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PAUL CHRISTENSEN
LET A SMILE BE YOUR UMBRELLA
The sun popped out behind the winter clouds. It was like someone suddenly looking up and smiling at you. Maybe it was a stranger in the...
LET A SMILE BE YOUR UMBRELLA
The sun popped out behind the winter clouds. It was like someone suddenly looking up and smiling at you. Maybe it was a stranger in the...
Winter's Book of Wisdom
The winter sun frowns over the crest of a hill, uncertain whether to keep rising or go back to sleep somewhere in the thicket of pine...
Nostalgia, or Doping the Mind
If you’ve been to a few local art fairs in your time, you will have found yourself idly passing the little kiosks with paintings hanging...
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