This the second part of the story of the abandoned Asian girl that I first painted when I was nine.
After her long communion with God in the mute field she was drawn to the hill of the blossoms where now she rests in a golden dress and smells each fragrant branch.
Behind her are foggy lakes, gray sky, gray mountains and sad memories which she’s left behind.
But on the top of the hill there’s a spirit of hope and love.
-Akiane (age 11)
June 18th, 2008
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