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Little Goddess She bore the night of his fear, And ferried him, Effortlessly, To the sights of Icarus. She embraced the flight of his glow, And held it, Simply, In the pulse of her body. She seared the light of his gravity, And eased him, Gently, To light in a ground of green and gold. Link to the painting, a work in progress: http://www.michaelnewberry.com/studioupdate/2004-10/ltg2.jpg
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