Sharpened
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Last published Wed, May 20, 2015
Colors are just illusions, correct? A literal trick of the light. So, how can they be so powerful? How can color make you feel things? I ask myself these questions every day, but instead of being frustrated, I just sit back and watch this illusion control everything. It is so beautiful. I guess that's why I bought those pencils. They were just so... vibrant. So lively. If only I knew just how powerful color could be.
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