Lyrical lines are seamless w/ no obvious beginning or end, simply punctuated by hearts. 

And I remember well, I loved the merry village chime and the peaceful sabbath bell, mellowed by distance as it toll with measure sweet and dear. Those sounds were music to my soul ne’r again shall I hear. My childhood those were joyous days. I have not yet forgot…(one illegible line)…Our mountain sheltered cot. Those heights too where this wild rose blushed and hung its graceful wreath. A crop this ripling stream that rushed in silver threads beneath. My youth too was as happy a time and I remember well….

Even toning w/ soiling, foxing & pin holes. Executed on empty book leaf (7.5 x 9"), matted to 11 x 14 in terracotta archival rag mat.