She looks at him, as he lays sleeping, and knows, he is already gone.

She looks at him, as he lays sleeping, and knows, he is already gone.
She looks at him, as he lays sleeping, and knows, he is already gone.

She looks at him, as he lays sleeping, and knows, he is already gone.

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

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