This isn't Kansas any more. Neither the little crooked red barn nor the flowers suspect a thing. I call this painting This isn't Kansas anymore because storms create change. Storms are our warning systems and we would do well to pay attention. Let's not be oblivious to the weather like these flowers are.Tuesday, September 18, 2007
This isn't kansas any more.
This isn't Kansas any more
This isn't Kansas any more. Neither the little crooked red barn nor the flowers suspect a thing. I call this painting This isn't Kansas anymore because storms create change. Storms are our warning systems and we would do well to pay attention. Let's not be oblivious to the weather like these flowers are.
This isn't Kansas any more. Neither the little crooked red barn nor the flowers suspect a thing. I call this painting This isn't Kansas anymore because storms create change. Storms are our warning systems and we would do well to pay attention. Let's not be oblivious to the weather like these flowers are.
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