Just past the hedge and into the woods where steps are silenced by a carpet of leaves.....deep, deep.....where sparkling springs gurgle clear over gem-stoned beds and a gentle laughter is heard on the breeze....low, low, 'neath fragrant blooms, there be magic--if only one believes.... Maybe not but it sure explains why my dog goes tearing into the woods after apparent nothingness. Original 4 x 6 gallery-wrapped mini painting in a private collection.
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