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48”x48” Venetian plaster painting on canvas with original poem embedded in the impasto texture.
“ In a meadow gathering,
While frolicking along,
The purple fields are crushing it,
While thistles sing their song,
And budding trees still sparse and bare,
Reverberate the chords
Of rolling brooks that echo near
And move us gently forward.” ~kb 

Purple Fields

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