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Sometimes I find myself in a wistful state. Dusk is beginning; the world is quieting. Light and sounds start their descent. I find myself in a moment of surreal. Life is so precious, so fleeting, so full, and so beautiful. I relish finding myself in such a state. However, it is not a good state for one to dwell in, for we still must put the hand to the plow. But when the moments of pondering come, I richly enjoy them.
This is a fine art print on cold pressed archival matte paper.
Sometimes I find myself in a wistful state. Dusk is beginning; the world is quieting. Light and sounds start their descent. I find myself in a moment of surreal. Life is so precious, so fleeting, so full, and so beautiful. I relish finding myself in such a state. However, it is not a good state for one to dwell in, for we still must put the hand to the plow. But when the moments of pondering come, I richly enjoy them.
This is a fine art print on cold pressed archival matte paper.