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★★★Original Watercolor Painting Giveaway★★★

One lucky reader will win this signed original watercolor! 


About this piece:
Payton is an original, one-of-a-kind watercolor by artist Bella Harris. She is the 12th in the watercolor series. Painting has been numbered and hand-signed by the artist and will be shipped directly to the winner from the studio of Bella Harris. Please allow one week for processing. 

Measurements: 11 x 15 inches
Details: Unframed, original watercolor painting.
Medium used: Watercolor on 140 lb acid free watercolor paper
Value: $155
Winner of this original piece of artwork does not include reproduction rights or copyrights. 
© Bella Harris 2012

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(This is a collaborative contest with 24 Blogazine so you can enter here or there)

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 *At this time, contest is open to US residents only. Winner will be chosen at random. Contest closes in one week, October 23, 2012. Winner will be announced on October 23, 2012.* 
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Alex said…
I don't think I'm eligible, but good luck to everyone who enters!
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Sahara R said…
Entered the contest.

Sahara Rao

sahara.rao23@gmail.com
8:55 AM
Sahara R said…
Following Vintage Lollipops on Bloglovin - Sahara rao and also on Instagram sahararao23
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Sahara R said…
Following 24 Blogazine on both Bloglovin OR Instagram.

Thanks!
8:56 AM
Aly said…
entered...Goodluck everyone!
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Following 24 Blogazine on fb
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