As we gallop into the era of modernity comforting ourselves with gadgets to replace simple pleasures of life. We have unknowling crushed countless faceless people, their dreams and their identities.A tribute to simple farmers, artists and people who had once enriched our lives
In the midst of morning calm
As he sat on the courtyards of temple
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not just the artist, but the imagination that once was his... gone. good work, richard