In the grass

Acrylic on canvas
70 x 50 cm

With his bare feet he touched the meadow. He walked slowly. Lay down and waited. He heard the rustling of tall grass. He turned on his belly and tried to catch a glimpse of the approaching stranger. Squinted his eyes. He saw her red dress. Smiling to himself, he rolled over onto his back and started whistling. It is going to be a beautiful afternoon.

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