Petite abstract on 8 x 10 on 1 inch canvas.

Years had passed. My baby was barely 2 months old. I hadn’t slept. He was calling to tell me he had terminal cancer. Michael. I couldn’t process who he was or what he was telling me. Yet, the warmth and sincerity of his voice spoke through the pain and temporary memory loss. Wait, don’t go. You sound so sincere. Yes, I remember. It was Love.

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