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Windswept & Little Horns


In case you can't tell, I'm backpedaling a little... trying to sort through and share work from 2012 that I've never posted before. Seriously can't believe I never showed some of these!

 "Windswept" and "Little Horns" 

 Original paintings: http://bellaharris.tictail.com/
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TheJulyRose said…
Beautiful :D 'little horns' is my favourite here.
Amy xx
A Little Boat Sailing
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Unknown said…
This is so beautiful! You're incredible.

xo
Kara
www.thebostonista.com
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