The air having turned toxic, he wanders the Wastelands, explores the crumbled cities, hoping to find a frog or frogs,....
The air having turned toxic, he wanders the Wastelands, explores the crumbled cities, hoping to find a frog or frogs,....

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The air having turned toxic, he wanders the Wastelands, explores the crumbled cities, hoping to find a frog or frogs, his friends from childhood, the memory and desire that allows him to go on.
© 2022 By Duane Kirby Jensen,
5.5 x 8.5 watercolor and pen on watercolor paper

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