©bostonthekimagery.com As a child I dreamed of Holland and it’s picturesque windmills from the stories my mother use to tell. These descriptive stories were fuel for my young creative mind. I often imagined the endless rows of multicolored tulip fields, spread out like a tapestry…with wooden shoe clad Dutch children playing to the creaking sound...
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