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White. The world is white. It is full of different shades of white. Is the world white? Some days I feel as though the world is black, but that may just be the darkest shade of white. Black. I know the world has dark days, but that is all they are. Days. Twenty-four hours pass and the world transforms into grey. Grey is a color of the new world that will replace the old. A dingy, broken place becomes just a little bit brighter. I know someday this world will be such a light grey, it will once again return to its former glory. When that day arrives we can only hope the changing world has changed us as well to a new color. The color of a blank slate. The color of hope. White.
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Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 12:45 PM UTC
White
White. The world is white. It is full of different shades of white. Is the world white? Some days I feel as though the world is black, but that may just be the darkest shade of white. Black. I know the world has dark days, but that is all they are. Days. Twenty-four hours pass and the world transforms into grey. Grey is a color of the new world that will replace the old. A dingy, broken place becomes just a little bit brighter. I know someday this world will be such a light grey, it will once again return to its former glory. When that day arrives we can only hope the changing world has changed us as well to a new color. The color of a blank slate. The color of hope. White.
jeni-b123
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Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 12:45 PM UTC
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