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Then,  the sun broke through

Setting off under heavy clouds, I plodded through a half a foot of new snow. Yearning for spring, I muttered to the birds, "A fine St. Patrick's Day!" 

 

Turning a corner at the bottom of my (very steep) drive, I felt a bitter breeze. Brisk winds blew new snow. Whose idea was this, to take a walk? Trudging on, I paused near the edge of our farm. Opening a gate, I headed down the creek.

 

Steady winds blew the clouds. The sky lightened. Promising change? Hope, perhaps?

 

Then, the Sun Broke Through.

 

 

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Pastel on UArt sanded surface

20" x 25”

Original: SOLD

Giclée Prints:

14 1/2 x16 1/2" Framed: $214

11 x 14" Unframed: $50

8 x 10" Unframed: $35

5" x 7" cards

$5

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