The sky really was that spectacular. But the painting captures the feeling better than the photos do!
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Children's voices in the orchard
Between the blossom- and the fruit-time:
Golden head, crimson head,
Between the green tip and the root.
Black wing, brown wing, hover over;
Twenty years and the spring is over;
To-day grieves, to-morrow grieves,
Cover me over, light-in-leaves;
Golden head, black wing,
Cling, swing,
Spring, sing,
Swing up into the apple-tree.
--T.S. Eliot
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There are so many things that could benefit from Sam's dynamic touch - like little spiritual moments, moments of insight or inspiration - they could look like that - or moments of the sweet realization of love. Or birthdays. I want Sam to do my next birthday. Or when we ride the horses in the mountains - he could make something amazing out of that. Little me with my brave red horse, head up, chest out (horse), sky like that above those mountains. Or the birth of a child - swirls of eternity and swooshes of angel robes.
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