Violet, such a lovely color.."dont think of the words just think of the picture" violet watered down with milky white, smooth lavender, tempered into a lighter sort yet still vibrant blue, and then miraculously peach which ombred into a hazy fuzzy yellow, the trees deep and dark and leafy do stretch their great arms windwards, reaching to its fellow companions, this one now closer and paler, awesome eyes leering and peerin round its thick-middled waist. the screen was conspiring against me, what with my vision so poor and having to strain through a bazillion tiny squares is just torture, so that I must constantly shift side to side here to fro to get a truer depiction of the happeniings here as the mysterious amber golden fuzzy tailed grass gleams, a lion's mane growing straight up from the earth! Hark! I clipped the little woofums into her leash and she bound and barked as a pup would (though she carries many years here on earth as a little tiny weenie doxie, also she is rather kind for a German) and i carefully stepped behind her, yanking her a bit here and there to guide her, poor thing really, she never goes out of course she'll act a crazed foxhound on the hunt so on through the brush and bush we navigate, i with mom's pink flip flops, black pants cuffed rolled and a black hoodie, wowie what a site picking through thickets, plucking along prosbury plants til alas we arrive at our esteemed supposed paradise, but it was no such place, the grasses were dried and dead, rustling dryly and deadly
i, in a whirlwind of warm buttery vanilla, soft lavender, the staunch harsh clean of bleach, dust debris pollution, and everything the stars are made of;
i, was blinded by billions of refractory reflections of a multi-faceted pyrite and tricked yet again.
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