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Pure as snow or a unpainted rose but colors that commingle within like anything else because nothing is just as it seems. No not just white look with open eyes look on the edge and in the middle see the warm Easter yellow that draws blind eyes in look towards the end or bottom of see the light inviting gray that brings outs the depth, definition, and shape. Pieces of art hung above in a gallery titled Troposphere.
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Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 2:48 AM UTC
Midday Clouds in the Sky
Pure as snow or a unpainted rose but colors that commingle within like anything else because nothing is just as it seems. No not just white look with open eyes look on the edge and in the middle see the warm Easter yellow that draws blind eyes in look towards the end or bottom of see the light inviting gray that brings outs the depth, definition, and shape. Pieces of art hung above in a gallery titled Troposphere.
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Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 2:48 AM UTC
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