04.24.10 one day, i told myself, that would be me up there.
close to the skies and the clouds, with the wind against my face.
of simple, mundane, colorful, everyday things. this is my tale.
for their sake i hope they boiled the eggs before they painted it. i remember one easter from my childhood where my sister took one egg from the ref, took out her watercolor and painted it. once she was complete, she gave it to our grandmother who cherished the easter egg and kept it in her room. :D
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