Caught between night and day, he walks the streets in a daze, seeking that which he last so many years before.

Caught between night and day, he walks the streets in a daze, seeking that which he last so many years before.
Caught between night and day, he walks the streets in a daze, seeking that which he last so many years before.

Caught between night and day, he walks the streets in a daze, seeking that which he last so many years before.

© 2011 by Duane Kirby Jensen, 8 x 10, acrylic on panel

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