She got art stuff for Christmas. Mixed media is on her mind. It's all the rage. It tells a story mostly as far as she can tell. It tells a rather vague story, maybe different for each person. An art class would teach that things are made up of unlikely colors. So she paints with the unlikely for a awhile and watches the brothers Sam and Dean fight the monsters on DVD. Someone is selling their soul at the crossroads somewhere in the past.
She considers the crossroads and is pretty sure her soul is still hers, she has not quite given it over to the optical trade. She thinks this because she is nearly 40 and still likes crayons. They smell nice. Her soul is pretty and is in unlikely colors. She is grateful for those who care to see.
She considers the crossroads and is pretty sure her soul is still hers, she has not quite given it over to the optical trade. She thinks this because she is nearly 40 and still likes crayons. They smell nice. Her soul is pretty and is in unlikely colors. She is grateful for those who care to see.
There is nothing wrong with liking crayons at 40. You will still like them at 60 and it will still be ok.
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