The artist looks at the meadow,
He remembers details when all others…
Forget.
Uniquely transformed…
By the sites, he has seen, forever.
Upon arrival at his home,
The soldier gathers strength.
Supported!
The studio is open,
waiting for the gladiator,
to do battle with canvas…,
New breath to stone,
Images… set free…
Re-born.
Now,
No longer waiting…
Impatient.
Whiteboards, White paper,
Sketches of black and...
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