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12"X24" Acrylic,

Always believed I could hold the lightening, no matter wherever I be you could hear the thunder rumble. To try my hand at the impossible leaps and bounds, in life. The smell of fresh wet dirt will always take me back home to the sky opening, as the bright green of cedar trees grow heavy stretching their limbs to earth… thunder boy riding his horse across the infinite skies.

Kinetics (Thunder boy)

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