This summer felt like a handful of sand slipping through my fingers. Hopefully an indian summer will ease my nerves about another winter quickly approaching.
" I must do these paintings. I was about to die here. I couldn't stand it too long without paint. A mural takes me out of this dull town. It keys me up and I live more fully."
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I know! Here's to a balmy, beautiful Indian summer!
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