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Fading Gold
I painted this quiet stream as if it carried the last light of a season.
The forest glows with warmth, yet beneath it is the softness of goodbye.
While painting, I thought about moments so beautiful they ache because they cannot stay.
The fallen gold, still water, and deep woods hold gratitude and sorrow together.
This painting came from a longing to preserve that tender passing moment.
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