The Great Impressionist takes His brush in hand and thickly lays on the paint in neutral greys and soothing whites, in tender greens and ruddy browns, giving us peaceful respite in the noonday sun .
Beautiful! Today I felt like I was going to see a rainbow at any minute in the sky. There was no rain, but the sky held that quality of different colors. Your poem sort of reminds me of that.
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Beautiful! Today I felt like I was going to see a rainbow at any minute in the sky. There was no rain, but the sky held that quality of different colors. Your poem sort of reminds me of that.
That's neat. Its so important to be in the moment and notice things like that.
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