Tall coconut palm trees stand on our shores. Wind and wave beaten, yet they stand as sentinels. When I walk here I can feel the gravitas of the ages–the tangy smell of the salt air, the wind whipping my face, waves dashing up the shore, but stopping before they over run me. I am a child again.Gaurding Paradise, Susan Mains, Oil on canvas 48″ x 24″ SOLD
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You can really feel the wind blowing through the trees 🙂 lovely!