. . . They were facing in another direction. The evening sunshine gave them a reddish tinge, and they trembled gently in the breeze. They seemed to be whispering to each other. Were they horrified by the ragged men who were marching past on tired feet? The color of the sunflowers - orange and yellow, gold and brown - danced before my eyes. They grew in fertile brown soil, from carefully tended mounts - behind them, gnarled trees - and above it all, a deep blue sky. . .
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3 comments:
How creative and thoughtful!
Beautiful.
I am finding this book difficult and heart wrenching and art seems to be a way to access those feelings.
The illustration is beautiful!
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