as metro detroit is blanketed in a gentle covering of quilted snow, i sit inside-- toasty warm-- thinking. pondering. sipping tea. and dreaming of a world where every room bursts with these colors. where the vibrancy of my soul adequately flows through my actions and words.
where i am bright pink. bright green.
or perhaps. just bright.
where i am bright pink. bright green.
or perhaps. just bright.
your writing is so beautiful!
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