Lurid and lofty and vast it seems;
It hath no rounded name that rings,
But I have heard it called in dreams
The City of the End of Things.
– Archibald Lampman
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Based off of a tree seen in Illinois in the dead of winter at 4:30pm (sunset). We were in the woods for girlscout camp and the sun was red, coming down between the branches of two large trees, and looked like stained glass you’d see in narrow windows of cathedrals.
Painting is 2x10in, Frame is included.
$200 $200
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