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#212/365 Paintings

Sometimes I feel sorry for flags. They hang up high out of touch with the culture they stand for—the history that made them. They are in the same position for decades. Through the seasons of heat, snow, heat, wind a bird splatter here and there. Today, they get a break. In downward facing dog, I hear lots of sighs. They get to stretch and have their much deserved Savasana. Notice who is bossing everyone around? I couldn’t resist.

 

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