Young girl melded two colours at a time.
Took a brush, and arose.
Let her mind amble to the wanderlust of radiant hues.
Sank deep, eye closed, but no courage to possess her first touch.
She ran to the kitchen instead. She was feeling crestfallen for not having the almond cookies on the table. Only a faint illumination that stroked the marble surface. The window was left unhooked, and she could hear the wrathful grumble of a worker who hated his Friday caused by a powerful wave that broke his glass door. There was a gentle curiosity simmering inside her like a pot of stew, so she tried to ask.
"Why don't you move to somewhere far enough from the shore?"
The man stopped and stared at her who now crossed her arms on the sill. Smiled, he answered, "When you love something so very deeply, Kid, their presence matters the most."
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