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Today ,
everything feels greener .
Like someone just painted the whole place with crayons that little kids use when they first learn to color .
The sky is a different shade of blue .
It’s funny .
It didn’t rain yesterday .
And , this green is also not the green we usually get to see after
a rainfall in daylight .
But , yet this green is the
‘ greener than green ’ green .
A green that was always in the past and still today , feels brand new .
A green that belongs to the box of memories .
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into her phenakistoscope
Poetry«« when her life was at a halt , an illusion of motion was created and in her dreamlike state , her reality and her imagination met and gave her a blurred vision , her phantasmagoria took birth where her soul saw dreams of a...
