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She prowls through the trees, her fur glossy and sleek, her Green eyes absorbed in the magic of the day's iridescent setting sun.  It's rare for her to be seen for she often curls up in the nooks of large banyan trees, sleeping away most of the day and eve.  But the sun's final flourish on the world draws her out of her slumber.  ‘No two are ever the same , much like my lovely spots’ she purrs gazing at the horizon.  Just as the last rays fall away behind the distant mountains she sighs and crawls back to her hidden nook and dowses off dreaming of shimmering sunsets and pink clouds once again.

SKU: AP005

Stories are treasures, we can pluck them from thin air or we pass them from generation to generation,  sometimes they snowball rolling and gathering more and more with each new teller.  They hold the power to teach, inform, comfort, and inspire, but they also whisk the listener into a different world where the boundaries are only imagination itself.  We have written the stories with these thoughts in mind, they are for frivolity and fun, formed by the magical world we imagine when painting.  Why not let them snowball and tell your own bit of tale?  

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