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Old Provincetown.  We find beauty in aging.  Our wood warps a little from the sea air, our skin wrinkles a bit from the bright sun.  Fences are there to define our lovely gardens, not to exclude.   "There are so many doors to be opened, and I'm not afraid to look behind them.”  (Elizabeth Taylor)  


10 x 10

Oil on Linen


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