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Painted Brushes

Ancient painted woodland rushes, nature's beauty, painted thrushes, homeland under vivid bushes, lovely Indian Paintbrushes. Deepest, dearest, darkest red, scented, softly in my head. velvet stem and softest leaf colored beyond all belief. Tickling that which it touches, sentry keeping guarded watch as danger passes, gentle swatches of all time and breath she catches Yellow cousin, next of kin, palest fragrance, fair of skin. Summer scented sweetest two living, light-filled gift to you.

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