The dark streets allowed him, for a short time, to escape the voice of his father which seemed to cling to his shadow.
The dark streets allowed him, for a short time, to escape the voice of his father which seemed to cling to his shadow.

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The dark streets allowed him, for a short time, to escape the voice of his father which seemed to cling to his shadow.
© 2019 By Duane Kirby Jensen, 
9 x 12 watercolor, ink, and graphite on watercolor paper

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