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as the trees danced wild,4x6 |
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and the free wind all around,4x6(won honorable special mention in traveling show in Cologne, Germany) |
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sun pokes through,4x6 |
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the air hangs silent,4x6 |
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the air was tobacco sweet,11x14,mixed on paper |
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sunlight comes in through the windows |
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red clouds forming in between,4x6 |
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and the free wind all around,4x6,mixed on paper |
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rain washed stars,4x6,mixed on paper |
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a dark and troubling corner of the world |
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intoxicating fragrance to the air |
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the sun's warmth feels like a soothing balm |
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sun pokes through a cloud |
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in the chill and stillness of the moment |
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like a cloud blocking the sun |
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your purple anger |
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the air has a slight burnt smell |
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the pink behind the darkness |
my sun,moon and stars
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the prediction of wind |
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the night the bombs sprayed smoke |
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mellow pink clouds outside |
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the sky is a collage of pink and gray |
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as far away from myself if I can |
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gentle weeping of the sky |
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soaking up the warmth |
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The wind is ferocious |
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snowbanks sculpted like dunes by the wind |
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the landscape all white |
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under a red-orange sky |
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not quite healed scars |
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it's a whisper spoken to the sidewalk |
