A sweet bouquet
how beautiful the callused hands of winter void of green and yet it offers such sweet everlasting shade at the glorious death of autumn re-assuring and quietly resting upon the naked shoulders of spring passionately begging summer like a long lost lover to gently lift her sun-kissed veil….
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Art….. is the footprint of inner essence – James Carver
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