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7/18/2006, 12:04 AM
this ordinary life
This Ordinary Life with crayons and patchworked knees, it seemed that things had colour beyond their light reflecting. Like mornings quiet steel blue grey, and words sometimes glow soft and pink, or that history always feels earthy and brown and old. and when I saw that ordinary objects of our days led colourful lives of their own and I knew that lines held personality and everywhere I looked, everything I saw, there was always the possibility of beauty, things lovely and pristine even in their ordinary shabby shells and in my play-doh heart, I washed those moments in watercolour soft and bold, and I inked the edges waxy black, when the story was over and told our life most ordinary had been painted all a long and sparkled precious, and gold
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