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Unpainted fences blindly follow the trail, which skirts north of a sprawling vineyard before bending south toward a stately building. The fog takes on ghostly forms as it swirls between the neatly tended rows of grapevines.

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Kathleen

What stories could be told by your raven sitting alone on the old vine in the foreground of your painting? Great touch