THE GRAY PIECE OF PAPER
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It's rectangular and slightly thick. The feeling of one side is rough, quite like the feeling of concrete when you rub your hand on it. The other side is smooth like water being poured gently on your skin, or like silk being quickly brushed against you. It is gray. Not like the color in the sky on a stormy day kind of gray, but like the shiny, beautiful, tiny gray specks in the moon that you can see on a crystal clear night. If you look at the gray piece of paper in the light, you can see tiny silver specks that are sparkling like a diamond shaved into 1 million pieces. You can create many things with this grey piece of paper just by cutting it, shaping it, or even drawing on it, but, did you ever think of just leaving it blank?
There is a little gray boy jumping from Crystal to Crystal, climbing mountains made of lead, and going through a rock maze on a journey in search for his lost princess. She was taken by the cloud of doom. On his journey he encountered many things: metal sculpture giants, a glittery forest, and hidden caves. He found his princess in the metal castle that was forbidden for anyone to go to. He had to fight his way through, but, he saved her and they lived happily ever after in their Crystal Palace.
A lot of people may look at this gray piece of paper and think nothing of it. Or, they will think it's a sad looking color. I think this gray piece of paper is beautiful in many ways, I don't just look on the outside, I go deep in, and that's just like with people, they choose to have the outside appearance of someone be the story when they should really look inside and find the real story.
That is the story of the gray piece of paper.
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