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Part of my "Imprinted in Wood" series. A friend wrote a series of poems and I loved her work so much it just seemed wrong to put them in cheap, plastic frames. The pieces have been so popular I was given permission to replicate the originals (paintings on wood, not prints) with her poems. If you buy this piece, you will receive a handmade remake of the original. You will see and approve both a pencil sketch and the finished painting before it's sent.
The poem:
shh don't tell this secret is quiet as clouds white-cresting across my personal sky
sometimes i dream a dream a waking dream now that i will write a play about two little girls who sail away on a sea of sky to a place where the end of the earth becomes the beginning of heaven and they hold hands and reach up to unzip the night and pour the stars into the hair like beads
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