Within the Cove He Had Made His Home Since the Fall, Flowers Flourished. In the quite Hours He Would Walk to the End of the ...
Within the Cove He Had Made His Home Since the Fall, Flowers Flourished. In the quite Hours He Would Walk to the End of the ...

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Within the Cove He Had Made His Home Since the Fall, Flowers Flourished. In the quite Hours He Would Walk to the End of the Dock to be Refreshed by the Salt Breeze. Each Time He Would Close His Eyes, Enabling Him to Almost Hear the Laughter of Children Fifty Years Dead.
© 2016 By Duane Kirby Jensen,
36 x 48, Acrylic on Cradled Board

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