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Images and stories to spark imagination and whisper to the soul.

I walked. I looked at the ground. My mind raced through all the worthless thoughts in my head, all the tidbit memories, all the things I should have said. I just looked at the ground at the fallen petals from the flowering tree. I got where I was going. They asked me questions and I was numb. Finally, they asked,

“What color do you want?”

“Purple.”

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