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Promise


    Even in the depths of winter, the distant sun promises a return of spring. This past winter, I lost my Grandma, my closest relative - everything seemed as dreary and lifeless as winter. One day, walking along the lake, I saw a tree reaching for the cold, pale and distant sun. I imagined hope in the tree, and painted this picture afterward.


    I think this picture is really beautiful.
    Thank you so much! :)
    I really like this painting.
    :-) Thank you so much!!