fragrance of a new day; stars leave, am staring at Light, how it is never held except..
to grow trees…life. I go back out where I see the aroma of Light.

Oil. ESSENCE. RN
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fragrance of a new day; stars leave, am staring at Light, how it is never held except..
to grow trees…life. I go back out where I see the aroma of Light.
Oil. ESSENCE. RN
Beautiful words and the painting is amazing!
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Thank you Murisopsis♥️🥀♥️
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Amazing art.
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Cindy Knoke♥️🥀♥️🥀♥️
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