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May 03, 2020

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I love the pink and the Green!

The poem is new to me and I love it, both as a poem and because I'm increasingly drawn to reading about people surviving in the past - all too aware of how the present disaster is both just like all those that went before and uniquely different because of globalisatiion and the planetary collapse already happening. And amidst all this your painting, with the vivid flame of blossom and its bending downwards, is very special because it comes to us so immediately. Beautiful - thank you.

Lovely -- painting and poem -- especially with forsythia finally in full bloom here too.

Beautiful pairing of word and image, both singing their own song.

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