Color Drops
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Last published Thu, Feb 25, 2016
Emotions are colors, each having their own. They start out as a drop, and as they splash into that clear, unblemished "canvas", they spread, growing, spreading, until they cover that canvas, and stain that pure white. Another drop falls, then another. The colors mix and match, each making their own trail. Twisting and spreading, until you can't tell where one ends and another starts. Sometimes the colors clash, yellow and blue, or red and green. In the end, you get a confusing mix, and once in a while you can't even tell if a color is there.
This is our attempt to capture and hold those ever changing patterns.
Stories by KayleneP, TheMANPigoen, and Princess Jade (found on http://tapastic.com/series/Our-Dysfuntional-Family).
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