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Reflections

An Inextinguishable Fire of

An Inextinguishable Fire of

Perfect Orange

Where Surreal meets Sublime

Where Surreal meets Sublime

Like the Soothing Touch of

Like the Soothing Touch of

Changeable Silk

Going - to - the - Sun

Going - to - the - Sun

So, Quietly You Forget Everything

So, Quietly You Forget Everything

the Quiet Stillness of Dawn

the Quiet Stillness of Dawn

Soft Edges of the Evening

Soft Edges of the Evening

A Swirl of Light Strokes

A Swirl of Light Strokes

When the Light Hangs Over the Land

When the Light Hangs Over the Land

Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.

Edgar Allan Poe

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