Some ghostly golden brushes comb the air dizzily in the chilly blue northwest air;
They dream of farms and pastures and rolling clouds but meet only loud cars and silhouetted leers cast down from umbrella shrouded giants.
＊Also available in a cropped version on my deviantart account, which some of you may find to be a better composition: The Cropped Composition
they look like they are shining =D
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