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This was not a normal day. Thus far, I have only reached a limit of.. 12 yards from my house. He was on the tree. But he looked different. I knew he loved colours, But this colour had been the most important colour of all the ones he turned each week. He had not turned this colour yet. He was purple. This resembled his ambition, his wisdom, and his creativity. This colour was his own. He was not going to change. This was going to be his colour forever. I knew he would find himself. The purple cardinal
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Feb 11, 2020
Feb 11, 2020 at 4:06 PM UTC
The Cardinal
This was not a normal day. Thus far, I have only reached a limit of.. 12 yards from my house. He was on the tree. But he looked different. I knew he loved colours, But this colour had been the most important colour of all the ones he turned each week. He had not turned this colour yet. He was purple. This resembled his ambition, his wisdom, and his creativity. This colour was his own. He was not going to change. This was going to be his colour forever. I knew he would find himself. The purple cardinal
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15/F/A small town
Feb 11, 2020
Feb 11, 2020 at 4:06 PM UTC
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