His Image

Not sure what to say about this little painting other than it simply flowed easily from the end…

Call it fate, call it happy circumstance.Â I walk around with a fake smile on my face not…

the rainfall strains of the day remains gray cloudy skies hide the sun and last goodbyes the autumns…

A previous post from August of last year and a reminder of a hope and a choice that…

I hold a vision, from here to there Where I can see, things of memory The path lays…

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