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There once was a place that folk could go
in times of old to share an afternoon of
sun and fun and even climb the old windmill.
They had their photograph taken from atop
the earth it seemed. One one day a single
man scaled this windmill with a troupe of
thirteen women. ilf you look closely you
will see him in the center of the painting.
He is the one with the red handlebar mustache.
When I show this painting to a group of women
I call it "The Thorn Among The Roses". It is
all relative to which sex sees themselves as
the "Rose"