Chair in the Window
I sat in this chair for awhile before sunset as a gentle misty rain fell and the frogs began to croak. It was so quiet. So quiet. I could almost hear the hooves of a horse drawn carriage coming up the path as if 200 years past were that very evening.
I want to sit there now. It's why I painted it.
It's always an adventure...
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