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  • Sometimes I see life in black and white, walk with my eyes down, and miss the bright spots of color. But they are everywhere. This morning, the sun peeked out behind the skyscrapers to illuminate Boston and the river with the red of persimmons. I met my writing partner after work for a couple of hours. We reached the same conclusion about how to fix the script at the same time. I saw a screw in my tire while i was pumping gas right next door to the tire store. Bright spots of color. Little prayer flags in my day, every day. I came online to Cowbird after a long long day and began loving every story whose prose or poetry or picture shone on me. I just needed to open my eyes and look.
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