"Blue skies expanse, stretched out before you. Puffs of white wrapped in trillium hue. A place to fly kites, to dream and to dance. To run under barefoot when there is a chance. You formed the sky with the wave of your hand. Placed over mountains, the seas and dry land. You brushed it with color and transparent shades. Of pigments so fragile, translucently laid. We lie on the grass and look up to the sky. We stare at its splendor through half opened eyes. Did you paint with your fingers or in one single stroke? Did you know all the magic and dreams you'd evoke?" -Kathy Vick
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