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Jan 2013
Mine is gray.
One color.
The same shade.
Never different.
I turn to the left
and see the sun
I turn to the right
and see green grass
I turn back
and I see orange heat
I look ahead
and I see a palette.
I hate this gray.
DeAnna Sandoval
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DeAnna Sandoval  TX/MA
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