As soon as I woke up in the morning, I knew I would paint at the cabin. The early light showed promise, so I gathered my gear and set up by the laundry line. The morning light stretched through the woods like golden fingers, and I started to paint. The sound of the wind through the trees and birdsong were my only companions, as I finished this painting. So glad I stayed to paint, even if I was a little late getting to town! Painting number 2507 in 2507 days.
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