If only I could paint, I’d crouch in the rocky field, close enough to replicate the natural red of bog cranberries and the indigo color of lowbush blueberries blanketing large patches of ground. The chokeberries are shiny black, contrasted by the brassy color of goldenrod in the background. Read More
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The writer who yearned to paint
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The writer who yearned to paint