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Amelia Thoms

United States

The painting beyond

February 11, 2019

 As I peer out the window, the sun slowly sets. The trees darken into just a silhouette as the sky slowly fades with blues, greens, yellows, oranges, and reds. I would watch closely as a car runs by but my concentration would always be trained on the mellow painting before my eyes. Hearing the faint blow of the wind, a smile adorned my lips yet the hope and bewilderment will always diminish when it is the dark abyss of the night once again. 

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