Rendezvous
and as the clouds scattered hastily hurried to theirheavenly corners among the realm of a pastel-pink horizon where we dwelled so often and spoke without words and yet our hearts understood beyond reason and earthly wisdom knowing that this, was meant to be how could it not?
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Art….. is the footprint of inner essence – James Carver
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