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Colors swirl
like a pastel whirlpool of emotions, feelings, thoughts. Storm clouds of dark blue and gold hover as nosey siblings might, searching, longing to cover the world in a rain of greens, scarlets, grays. The lone bird with rainbow feathers watches the blur pass by, envious, lustful, saddened, as they ignore the sounds and colors drifting away.
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