One mystical day came at the diner sometime this year. My surrounding was desaturated. Everything turned to gray but then the pixies started to play... and there I saw the most beautiful fairy seated in the corner. But she was unlike the pixies. She was a bit gloomy. So, I turned to the other pixies to help me put some color in her. In a flash, the lonely gray fairy is being saturated.Seeing her in color was about the most wonderful unexplained feeling that came that day. And she was the only color in the room as I remember... everything was dull and gray. She was and is the hue I ever needed that one mystical day. But then, the next day was all back to ordinary so until my next dream shall I find my pixies again.
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I find everything in shades of black and grey. I guess, it's to strike a chord that life is as melancholic as those dying colors. Your pixies placed the spell of rain on me; no wonder Im see blast of tints all over me! Thankyou for being my rainbow. ;)
I find everything in shades of black and grey. I guess, it's to strike a chord that life is as melancholic as those dying colors. Your pixies placed the spell of rain on me; no wonder Im seeing blast of tints all over me! hahaha Thank you for being my rainbow. ;)
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