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Her Magic

A thought of my mother, bent over at her easel a fine strand of golden hair caressing her cheek her delicate hands work a paint brush and watercolors over white paper creating her magic.

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Mahtab Bangalee

Date: 12/1/2019 4:40:00 AM

it's a magical writing// I enjoyed

Christopher Higgins

Date: 6/20/2009 8:06:00 AM

A golden strand caressing her cheek...your detail is awesome..an artist paying close attention to her work..well done.

Sara Kendrick

Date: 6/19/2009 4:31:00 PM

I really liked this. I don't know if your mother is dead or alive but if she is still living your thoughts of her will increase and become more alive after she is no longer with you.