I've always been intrigued by the hidden spaces between leaves, twigs, especially where I've found spots of sunlight. Something draws me to them, making me think that there must be something there.
the mystique of light, I believe....and I may call it home. Wherever one goes, it is always home that draws one in, draws one back, welcomes anyone and just like light, it brings joy, warmth, assurance, comfort...unless it's a dysfunctional home (can't even call it a home, but rather a house, in such a case), which is not what I think the picture projects...
the mystique of light, I believe....and I may call it home. Wherever one goes, it is always home that draws one in, draws one back, welcomes anyone and just like light, it brings joy, warmth, assurance, comfort...unless it's a dysfunctional home (can't even call it a home, but rather a house, in such a case), which is not what I think the picture projects...
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