It is an inspiration. With dreams and whispers of the new sun and freedom of life. Each chance with a lazy Sunday. A burning desire to hold back the chaotic necessities. And it is the river bank. Just one more. The fun lingers. And the sun goes down. These are the fairytales turned sparks of everything real. The simplicity of the stares. And the feelings of the new. What shall it be?
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It is in those little moments that you understand the reality of life.
There is great imagery in your works.
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