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“I felt the wax starting to give, and the loft left my wings…I plummeted, and I smiled: how many children can say they’ve touched heaven?” (Oil on Canvas)
“I felt the wax starting to give, and the loft left my wings…I plummeted, and I smiled: how many children can say they’ve touched heaven?” (Oil on Canvas)