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I began painting sunsets the year before my mother passed as a way of saying goodbye. My wintery sunsets, with dark purple clouds and rusty grasses, reflected my sadness.
Today, my sunsets are filled with warm summer light and sun tipped grasses, reflecting the peace I feel knowing that my loved ones are safe and happy, and that the wisdom and love of those who came before me remain with me.
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I began painting sunsets the year before my mother passed as a way of saying goodbye. My wintery sunsets, with dark purple clouds and rusty grasses, reflected my sadness.
Today, my sunsets are filled with warm summer light and sun tipped grasses, reflecting the peace I feel knowing that my loved ones are safe and happy, and that the wisdom and love of those who came before me remain with me.
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