6 years ago I did this painting of a local greenhouse.
6 years later it is gone.
Once overflowing with flowers of every color and hue, and size, and perfume;
now it is a rubble of wood, dirt, and death.
On this day I am forced to face the fragility of beauty, the passing of time, and heed the reminder that we must always "stop and smell the roses".
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