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My Gypsy Sister sees the world in colors, her paintbrush swaying in a rainbow dance, sometimes waltzing slowly to the sound of a strumming harp, other times dancing a vibrant, sensual Flamenco.  A lifeless canvas comes alive with a kaleidoscope of colors.  Gyrating swirls become a dreamer’s vision of what the heart may see.  A dancing clown?  A lion’s mane?  Perception at its best.  Your voice is heard with paintbrush in hand, always speaking what your mind has dreamt.  There is no name more fitting than the one I chose for you, My Gypsy Sister.    ~ June Rosalia

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