
I was in the countryside with my pencil and eye, The clouds above did glide, through the morning sky.
Every wish was dream true, as the breeze was swaying: Spring grass of the new in the moments playing. My spirit felt its love as new thoughts were waking!
Like a cloud here far above, Swiftly flights soaring taking.
Taken photos and drew sketches that match the whole feeling, what a creative job.




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