65x68" oil on canvas
thinking about the sand, hot, l'etranger, (the sun made me do it), a realized sad(ness) , squinting my eyes looking at the blue sky, it seems such a bright blue when compared to my world of sand, im sitting on top of it but it can slip through my fingers, sweat rolling and drip dropping off foreheads, tan faces, thats all i remember, and then the fireworks
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