Colors
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Last published Mon, Jun 13, 2016
In a black and white world full of dull moments and boring memories, Magenta never dreamt of vivid colors splashing on her life's lackluster pages. She never dreamed of finding her colors but she does. She sees how her friend Scarlet paints her own pages. To her surprise, she sees colored lights and shadows again but how could she enjoy her intense hue if she's the only one who sees it?
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