39.4x31.5 in ~ Painting, Oil
To watch everything, it doesn’t require lights. There are times when something must emerge from the shadows. Lost in the icy, lifeless forest, there was once a path. Split into innumerable fragments and abandoned in the night; yes, that hurts. Such twisted mental anguish that can't be shared with anyone; I understand the agony of such wounded emotions. However, surely the Sun, however dim, will rise again? Isn't it true that the Sun's shine illuminate my path? If the Sun is so warm, why isn't it thawing out all the frozen corpses? Does it not bring a smile to your face to see the skeletons of once-living trees reborn in a riot of hypnotic? Shouldn't we expect the birds to sing again? Oh, they will do that, for sure!!!
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