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Changingtext around border reads:The sky was perfect that day. So was the company. I had been here before... but it was not like this. I don't know why it had never occured to me that, like the leaves on trees, the leaves of the vines would turn so beautifully. Little did I know that I, too, would change that season. oil on canvas 18"x36" October 2006 (this piece lives with a Californian girl who loves the Italian vineyards) |
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