So she took her love,
for to gaze awhile,
among the fields of barley
In his arms she fell as her hair came down
among the fields of gold
Pastel on paper
I impose no rules on myself in this web blog journey, other than to be original, since Art is either plagiarism or revolution.
So she took her love,
for to gaze awhile,
among the fields of barley
In his arms she fell as her hair came down
among the fields of gold
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