Kelsey Olson Gallery Six
- “The daughter of snow overheard, and left the hall of her secret sigh. She came in all her beauty, like the moon from the cloud of the east. Loveliness was around her as light. Her steps were like the music of songs.”
- -Ossian, Fingal: An Ancient Epic Poem.
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