Ahhh...those wee hours of the morning--when all the world in peaceful slumber lies. Hopes and dreams are woven on a lullaby and whispers of promise are wrapped in a soft fleecy blanket. Either that or someone has finally drifted off to sleep and Mama sits in a sleep-deprived stupor staring unseeingly out the window. Original 5 x 5 gallery-wrapped mini painting in a private collection.
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