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The Song began as any other thing does; long before anyone could hear it. Far beyond the edge of trees, where the rocks heaved upwards in a slow winding rise towards clouds of heavy pewter shadows. A hum, a vibrato, a pulse to the earth as it shuddered once. An unending voice fell seemingly out of that moment of silence, curling out past the last line of trees before it rushed past. It left nothing behind in its wake.
12x12in Watercolor Print – $30.00
