Descendant Being

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He came to me in a dream.His big bright white mane blinded me as he walked closer.His feet glided gently across the rocks. He gazed at me softly.I felt his warmth emanating off of his being, like smoldering embers in a cold darknessHis presence had slowed down time.And then, like a flash of lightning, he was gone. Mixed media & oil on 30x40 inch stretched canvas. Payment plan options are available! Please contact me directly for more details! Show more