When the voices come to her in the deep night, see opens her blue box of solace that quells the voice that attempt to rip her ap
When the voices come to her in the deep night, see opens her blue box of solace that quells the voice that attempt to rip her ap

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When the voices come to her in the deep night, see opens her blue box of solace that quells the voice that attempt to rip her apart.

© 2019 By Duane Kirby Jensen, 
9 x 12 watercolor, ink, and graphite on watercolor paper

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