Earth… The smell of it warms my soul. The deep smell of dirt, the tender veins on leaves, the soft patches of grass-leaving impressions on the knees.

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These colours are my Earth, my soul, my fire… These colours are my inspiration-a breath of fresh air…

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I close my eyes and listen to the wind blowing dark hues of purple and black, blue and aqua through the air… Wisps of fluffy dark clouds hover close, a blanket of warmth. Orange, red, yellow leaves, shake and shiver to their skinny branches…

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'My sorrow, when she's here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain
are beautiful as day can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree;
she walks the sodden pasture lane.'
-Robert Frost

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