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A leaf at the end of it's life has begun it's ritual flight.  A dance rehearsed and perfected over eons.  It takes a short rest on some sun bleached, weathered planks of a back porch.  One of it's many unplanned stops on it's journey as it heads south.  Speaking of heading south, are those birds off in the distance?

Autumn's Flight

  • Hand painted, original oil on canvas (27" x 27") gallery wrapped with a clear coat UV protectant.  

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