The paintbrush dipped into the cool water, and the paint just… ran. It flowed in little streams, dancing in a tiny swirl right there in the glass. Then, another color joined in, and they swirled together, a little dance until they weren't separate anymore. It’s kind of like how our lives are, you know? All our feelings, they start out so clear, like one color. But then other feelings come along, and they get all mixed up, dancing together. Sometimes it’s happy colors, sometimes it’s a bit of a sad blue, but they always end up swirling into something new, something beautiful. And even when it’s all mixed up, it's still us, still our own special kind of beautiful.
Stephie
Colors Dancing
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