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| South Bank, Melbourne |
The horizon is a blotting canvas. The ink of the sky spreads in layers. The earthy hues roll out and halt all at once in blobs. And before the sun can dry out the misty sky and seep into the sopping earth, the twilight spills over in spatters.
Seasons come at their own pace, mostly alone or even in pairs. Sometimes they all rush in together, erasing entire patterns as they go, leaving a new picture in their trail.
Time often stands still, watching the art in progress.
Blotting canvas
Earthy dollops, inky skies
Spattered twilight.
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