December

He dips His brush into the light of winter and paints naked trees on water and the world trembles in the wind: the Painter loves December. He is the Master of illusions and children guided by emoti…

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***The words on this blog are always so wonderfully painted. They are brushes of beauty in a rather drab world. Check out the blog and see if I am right? Cheers, J

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