Two swans meet. they lock eyes... they have a feeling they have found a part of themselves in the other.
They say they want one thing, when really they want the other.
 
They want connection, yet are locked up in their own little world, dreaming for it, 
they might die never accomplishing it,
yet they swim around in their little lake
 
looking and looking.
 
A handmade piece of watercolors, wax and emotion.
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