I want to paint
A mythical, magical forest. With the fog reaching high into the perilous, pastel sky for breathing room but being stopped and guarded by the tall, enchanted trees. There sits a fox at the edge of the weeping fog, as white as freshly laid snow. It’s tail fading into the northern lights. It’s eyes stare at you, as cold as the Antarctica waters.
I want to paint a tropical sunset beaming down the crystal blue sea, while the tall palm trees dance gracefully making a big shadow on the pastel looking yellow sand, I want to paint a summers storm, feeling like a 99 ice cream melting down your arm. I want to paint the foaming sea salt water crashing against the sand, as you dip your feet in the making you shiver with delight.
I want to paint the warm coloured clouds moving around the globe looking sky.
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