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The vibrant hues upon the canvas show of the sorrow and pain. Yet softer streaks seem to pause like a lovers soft refrain. A deep scarlet seems to enhance the time line of her heart and it’s journey through life. While the shadows beyond the mist and the trees cut in quickly like the blade of a knife. I can see the steely eyes with dark shades, where struggles can be seen. Yet the ridges of the brow and cheeks show the will of a determined dream. A painting of the life and travels of a grand figure shows, a hard laced woman with a loving touch, displayed in her hand by a rose.

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