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Saturday, August 8, 2009
Quarry Reflections
A friend
has this old quarry site on her family property. The day I painted there it was a cool April day, sunny, with turtles basking on the rocks and few snakes stretched accross the gravel road. I felt very isolated and alone even though I was in the city of Ft Smith, near the AR River.
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