This started out in my head as a very dense, very dark, landscape of ink, every blade of grass so crushed down by the weight of the world that no light could escape. A world without music, without sound. I was surprised instead to find these fine colors and this strange mood, not to mention those people.
I want to know their story. Where did they come from? How did they find this gorgeous place? Why did they go to sleep so close to the water? I think they must be very happy to have each other.
Take care of each other, people. And go donate to keep the fun going and also help the sick and vulnerable children at desertbus.org.
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