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1:18:59 am
UCT
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A brick of color from a paint palette one day stood up. They looked all around them and saw many other bricks in all colors of the rainbow, shaped like birds.
They pecked at the colorful birds, but these silent faces remained unmoving. They offered no reply.
This bird on two new, moving feet looked into the reflective surface of a paint can, and saw that of these colorful birds, they were the plainest of them all: not bright nor dark, not red nor green nor blue.
Pale, hueless, and dull.
No.
As they stood there, lonesome, they realized this form meant something more.
An unwritten future. A world of choice. Limitless potential.
They were a blank page, and all that was left now was for them to write their own story.
They slipped on a pair of cool shades, and stepped out the door.
HAPPY PASTEL OF THE DAY!!! 
PASTEL OF THE DAY!! SUCH A PRETTY BIRD