"In my youth, to escape the pains of poverty we would go to the mountains and fly homemade wooden kites. When our kites were airborne, our souls found freedom from the misery we lived in.The longer the string, the closer we were to heaven. Today, children listen to music on ipods and TV to escape the misery which surround them.
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Alberto D'Assumpcao 27 Jun 2007
Very intricate composition, Barry!jamie winter 26 Jun 2007
fantastic clor adn imagry . love your wrok so much BarrryEmily Reed 26 Jun 2007
GREAT COLORS!William Boyer 26 Jun 2007
cool