A scrap from my mother's plane geometry book asks how many. I think of how many ways, how many days to achieve a goal. Or how many days, period. Then the Bob Dylan song, "How Many Roads."
Then Dick looks and sees the farmers' market and wonders how many things and sees the humor in it.
this is a fantastic piece Jean, I love it! So creative! I love all the swirls and orbs, open areas, and the colorization is perfect. Love it!
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