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❝She was a sunflower, and even though she never faced the sun, she was still beautiful.❞ When Finnegan Annson reunites with his anything-but-boring, garden-scented childhood friend Orenda May Castellano on a cold winter day, it's no secret that his uneventful life slowly alters into a marathon of new beginnings. And so begins a story about a girl that saw the world in its utmost colours and gradients, and a boy that could not see what the world really had to offer him. Literally. But when Orenda flings Finn into her world of colours and hands him a paintbrush, and their footsteps turn into dapples of colour, perhaps he can see the beauty. And maybe he can see the wonders that no one else can really see at all. After all, anybody can create a masterpiece. Even if it's just with a sucky paintbrush. © 2015 Jennifer Chen (wonder1238) All Rights Reserved
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