QUANDO IL MARE TACE
Now the sea breathes.
The light has found its way through the clouds, bending them, caressing them.
The waves don’t shout — they whisper an ancient rhythm.
Every brushstroke is a step toward home.
It’s not finished — but it’s already alive.
#art #artstr
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Wow!! Skillz to pay the billz!!
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