Blank Surfaces
We enter into this, our world, a blank canvas. The watercolors of our young lives are washed away in moments by the tears, laughter, and rain. In our youth, the pastels are replaced with all the shades and hues of a distant rainbow fading across the horizon; the storms we face, along with the sun-drenched skies are calmed with the waves of time. For some, our canvases are layered with bright acrylics and all the grays that blend with each tiny stroke cast by a well-worn brush. Still others paint their days with vibrant oils and leave in their wake pieces of who they were and are yet to become.
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