26 january 2000 |
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it's 8:02 a.m., and the sky is the color of bubblegum ice cream. lately i've been waking up reluctantly, peering through the crack of my blinds only to be faced with a gloomy, gray sky. it makes me want to stay in bed all day long.
but today the happy, blue is staring right at me, like a brand new canvas ready to be splattered with paint. it was so inviting, i almost leapt out of bed.
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