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This image and the following prose
came to Weaver in a dream:
"I am a bird...
if you wish to know me,
seek me in the clouds...
my feathers sailing on the breeze.
The clear sky loves to hear me
sing.
Overhanging clouds echo my words
with pleasing sounds
across the earth everywhere
my voice is heard."
15" vertical x 13" horizontal
Pencil
$750
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