Ah! Gretchen’s narrative statement on this sweet painting puts me in mind of this week’s Wednesday Writing Prompt .. .
‘She lost herself in the trees among the ever-changing leaves. She wept beneath the wild sky as stars told stories of ancient times. The flowers grew towards her light, the river called her name at night. She could not live an ordinary life with the mysteries of the universe hidden in her eyes.’
Deep and beautiful.
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