Cotton candy clouds
under the heavy hazy-blue among the sun-drenched grass I lay, safe within my swaying fortress while jealous storms are raging pacing back and forth rattling their rusty cages then dissipate into mere faint flickers sulking dragging their wind-swept feet towards the valley of discontent...
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Art….. is the footprint of inner essence – James Carver
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