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A multitude of colored rocks, smooth round orbs, cover Arches Beach on the coast of Newfoundland. We stood at the water's edge, listening to the rattling sound of waves rolling in and out, clicking the colored pebbles together. Years of grinding reduced the coarse rocks into polished, satiny balls. Sheep grazed on the grass surrounding the rock beach. Driftwood, influenced by the current, scattered red-orange slivers across the shoreline. I painted what I saw.
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