Acrylics, some with Ink and Gold Leaf on water-colour paper or canvas.
And her hat took to the air and went avoyaging.
On the front of a wave I hurtled to the shore rasped by sand under sunny skies. A stiff breeze tickled the sea and I rolled to my feet to dive back for more. How long can I keep this up? The years fly too fast, days subside to a peculiar past.
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