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California Gold.








                                                                                                                                                                                              The most                                       Distance makes the heart grow fonder. What if, separation being distant made us grow fonder? Maybe
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             we fell too deep in love we didn’t know what to do in the end, our end.
                                                                                                                                                                                              beautiful                                      A fatal goodbye to that shocking hello. After a long battle, the grass finally grew thin and we
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             decided to call a truce. Those few days, the confusion, the questions. I looked at you and it was
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             as though we were back in love.
                                                                                                                                                                                              things are
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             But it was just for a while, and time did fly bye. At the end of it all, our words were tied to our
                                                                                                                                                                                              distant, like;                                 hearts and none of us could utter what we truly felt. And now, we walk away with words unsaid.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             My California gold, as you walk towards the sunset, I cannot do more than hold those moments
                                                                                                                                                                                              the stars in                                   we shared as memories. I will always look at the sun and say a silent thank you. I miss you, but
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             I only wish you happiness in whatever distant form it comes by.
                                                                                                                                                                                              the sky, the


                                                                                                                                                                                              full moon on


                                                                                                                                                                                              an open field


                                                                                                                                                                                              at night, the

                                                                                                                                                                                              sun we barely


                                                                                                                                                                                              see.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Acrylic on Canvas
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                i: 24’ by 36’
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                2019
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