That Curious Love of Green

I Started Painting


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  • I know this woman…she so desperately wants to be in the dirt,  planting and coaxing the flowers to bloom. but instead she stands there looking as beautiful as the blooms because it is not suitable for her to  trowel through the soil. Her hand over her heart, pledging  the duty of fidelity with propriety, While longing to break the golden ties of prudence for the blackish soot of dirty freedom. Beautiful!

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