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I sing of hemlocks whispering mysteries,
Of meadows green with promise,
Of lakes with secrets,
Of mountain peaks in touch with eternity,
Of solitude filled with murmurings we can never hear,
Of presences that hover just beyond the edge of perception,
Of meanings etched in snow, transcribed with wings,
I sing the truth
Of hidden things. - Bev Doolittle
Never framed, limited edition print collection
Dimensions for large composite (32.25" w x 26.5" h)
Dimensions for 6 small prints (14.75" w x 10.25" h)
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