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tangled and twisted roots thrust toward the soil
grasping to the ground against gravity
sunshine swarms the sharpest edges
darkness suffocates the heaviness and weight
deep she runs to escape the surface
eruptions and voilence consume the tips of the bravest arms
silence, stillness.
Nature calls her to regeneration |
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Features
- Oil on Canvas
- 24" X 30"
- Un-framed
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