An Artist's Life

By MariB

Sunstruck

I love the way the setting sun comes through the tall grasses.....the wind riffles the stalks and the whisper can be heard below. I think they sigh in the warmth; relishing the new season. Unfortunately, they now must be cut down to make room for the new shoots. I never like this chore.....

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