Whispering grass to the horizon. The orange of the sun fills such a huge and untamed world of colors and scents. It's time to escape the endless field over the scents of herbs and flowers. Childhood, it is still with me, if in winter evenings, I feel that distant rave the rhythm of the heart : "one, two, three... one, two, three" and a wave of something light behind my back.
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Heloisa Castro 27 Apr 2015
Gorgeous work!!!!John Cappello 26 Apr 2015
Great perspective,Such a Delightful Scene!Vernonette Gaddy 26 Apr 2015
Excellent artistic creativity!!!!Jim & Darlene Stewart 26 Apr 2015
wonderful workMaria Anna Machado 26 Apr 2015
beautiful...