The bowl was a celebration of eclectic rainbow hues, with all the order and the beauty of creation's meadow fields.
The bowl was a celebration of positive chaos, of how such bright and well intentioned splatters could bring to the eye a greater sense of beauty.
Into the bowl go the fruits of the garden as little Carissa tiptoes through the plants. The splash of red berries is so vibrant upon the green ceramic and her hands spread over the clay ripples as perfect starfish upon summer rocks.
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