Franz Marc paintings

Franz Marc paintings
Fabian Perez paintings
Francois Boucher paintings
Mother. "Here it is." There are tears in her eyes and she laughs the soft, clacking laugh of the Ansarac. "Shuku, do you remember this place?"
And the daughter who was less than a half year old when she left this place—eleven or so, in our years—stares around with amazement and incredulity, and laughs, and cries, "But it was bigger than this!"
Then perhaps Shuku looks across those half-familiar meadows of her birthplace to the just visible roof of the nearest neighbor and wonders if Kirmmmid and his father, who caught up to them and camped with them for a few nights and then went on ahead, were there already, living there, and if so, would Kimimmid come over to say hello?