At times, your land and memories are crumbling before your eyes, and you're only standing there, observing, hoping to see a sparkle of hope, no matter how small and insignificant; but alas, you will see the land that yesterday was a sanctuary for all its people, today is hanging and unstable, not unlike the dreams of its people.
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5804*3839 pixels 300dpi
Hand drawn oil painting on canvas