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Painting Mother Nature Basking in the late autumn warmth marveling at the canvas of color blending together as time moves on... With a swipe of mother natures brush most color will fade to nonexistence to be stroked to life again in spring... Changing the image time and again with never a touch done twice for mother nature is original... Her temper flares without warning wiping entire portraits from site leaving ugly shades in her wake... Time returns her magical brush choosing splashes of paint to add glowing warmth... Replenishing what she has taken bringing vibrancy to new levels with bright, brilliant colors chosen to bring forth life... |
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