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Growth and restoration

The magic fire of the sun transmuted into life, growth, inspiration and then art.

Made of the sun. 

To think of the bees that drank from the sweetness of the marigolds is a blessing.   

The sweet rich smell of fresh from the tree black walnuts and forest floor lingers in my mind as I move the threads and form them into place.   

Hidden colors that reside within plants, coaxed out of hiding with a bit of water and heat.   Again, back to the fire.

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