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| Painting 2 from studio window complete, for now. |
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| An afternoon walk Alayrac in the distance. |
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| Ripening wheat, poppies, dark European oaks, crest the rolling hills. Mistral squalls gone, the afternoon sun burns out of bell clear blue sky. |
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| Poppies, ripe wheat, from whence the rich French breads. I think this will source the next painting. |
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| Betsy walks on between the fields |
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