Hot gold runs a winding stream on the inside of a green bowl. Yellow trickles in a fan figure, scatters a line of skirmishes, spreads a chorus of dancing girls, performs blazing ochre evolutions, gathers the whole show into one stream, forgets the past and rolls on. The sea-mist green of the bowl`s bottom is a dark throat of sky crossed by quarreling forks of umber and ochre and yellow changing faces.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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