Beyond imagination

The beauty of a moment, a wild growing thing, a time with nature, will stay with me as seed for magic creation. After the sun has gone, and the stars and night cover my walking self, I return to the studio to recreate the impression of one tiny flower, weed to some, that won my artist heart. Kissed by the butterfly, safe for a moment from clumsy footfall and mower murder, we communicated for an hour, as I sat in silence while breathing life, lovely life. 

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