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Wait For Me

I began this little painting some time ago. One sure thing about living in the sprawl of South Florida is that you spend a lot of time in vehicles. One has to either learn to love it or at least try to make the best of it. There is always music, podcasts or Audible.com. Inevitably you get moments that everything feels to come together. Here is a rainy night drive home after the studio, my iPhone genius has created a mix and I have to just settle in and be alright with how long the drive will take.
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