NIGHTLIGHT

The great oak doesn’t wonder
what it means to be a tree.
It simply grips the earth
and reaches boldly to the sky.
The water simply flows
to seek reunion with the sea.
Be it a river or a creek,
it doesn’t stop to question why.
What, then, am I?
(Marcus Eliot)

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Subject	∅ 27mm (1,06“), Aquarell
Paper	300g Water Color Paper
Dimensions	20 × 20 cm

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