“Home”
Flowing streams hidden below a bridge can flow and whisper grains of truth, radioed from a higher ground, remaining unseen, yet continually felt. Rich gold rays apropos to the setting sun, reflecting the auburn off of a deep black that typically frames my face — sharply contrasting the switch of tawny-to-verdant metamorphic light conferred inmost the iris. Oranges and yellows shuffle and grace the sky, dancing with one-another, until the sunshine kisses me goodnight: welcoming me home.
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| "Concert" |
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| "Evergreen In Motion" |
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"Sad Day"
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| "Shadow" |
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