Churchstream

In a dream, the sun spangles the stream like gold coins. I can almost hear the sound it would make. As I step from stone to stone, I'm so worried that I'll slip into the water. And then, yes, a mossy patch, and I fall, and the water is barely an inch deep. I was worried for no reason.

Churchstream, Churchdream, they sound the same. This print is one of a limited edition series, to 250.

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