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| Tripsaville |
To Circe
Aim for the
moon, said her friend. And she did. She collected broken tiles, blue, red,
green, and glued them on a cardboard the size of the moon. People thought she
was crazy obsessing over those tiles, but she didn’t pay any attention. She was
on a mission. Yellow, purple, orange. She gathered all the colors except one.
Should that color go in there too? Suddenly, a kid said “the black is missing”.
No black, she thought. “The moon will look better,” and he smiled. Life is full
of colors but the kid’s smile was the one she really needed.
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