The trees brushing at the heavens lift my focus upward once more, and remind me that I can peek into time itself with naught but a passsing glance. With my gaze turned upward for the moment, it is clear that there are few things which can rival the beauty of the beyond. Brilliant waves of blue and green shimmer across the sky, their soothing rythym
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Love,
Madona :)
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I love how this piece is freely formed. It's spontaneous without being interuppted and fragmented. Again, I commend you on your use of color.
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--Karina
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end of story.
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