CLOUDSCAPE #12
Watercolor on Paper, Impressionism, Ethereal
Hope washed over me, a sense of freedom I hadn’t felt in so long. My heart soared to see the sky once again after being trapped within a sea of clouds for so long. I floated upwards, no longer bound to the surface below. Now
I was free to explore the boundless space above. This must be what it feels like to fly…
Free of my prison, I soared upwards, letting the wind carry me through the clouds. The familiar hues of purple began to change as I rose higher and higher. Soon enough, they shifted into a lighter lavender color with hints of white scattered across the expanse. My eyes followed the colors upwards.
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