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Oasis in the night


There it is, like a, well, an Oasis in the night. Poor planning, too much bravado or faith in the wrong way, or just not being aware can have you close to empty. Or maybe the road is clear, the plan is good it is just that you are cutting it close. At the 11th hour there it is, shining bright, the much needed refueling. I know many of you know what I mean. I myself know it all too well these days. My choices in life, as do yours(?) can seem difficult and the outcomes uncertain. I guess this personal post is as much motivational in nature for myself. I know these refueling stations of life exist. It may seem scary there in the dark. All we can do is to keep on driving. It will show up. It must. It has. This drawing is a reminder.


7"x9" drawing Framed 14.5" x 17" 
Price $980

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