Somewhere up above the clouds
Exists and old and crooked house
And within the house there lives a man
Who creates rainbows when he can
He sprinkles magic upon the clouds
From the window in his crooked house
And when the rain begins to fall
From the magic a rainbow forms
A bit of magic does wonders, don’t you think?
Another digital doodle of a magic nature this week!
The Mansionic Perspective 
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