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I decided to do a bunch of different color palettes because I love love love color so much!
The beauty of snow isn't something that's shared by everyone. But every once in awhile she would look up at smile at the flakes coming down and coating everything in it's purity.
But the purity only lasts so long. Then it becomes slushy and gray and yellow and depressing. The beauty it once had gone and no longer worth the hassle. Her escape into the sunshine was imminent.
The heat caused droplets of perspiration to roll slowly down her back. But she didn't mind. She was laying on her stomach in the pool, floating carelessly.
Her vodka-spiked watermelon margarita was beyond warm now. She drank it anyway. Her slight buzz elevated into full-on drunken revelry. Her friends had arrived with more margaritas.
She watched the little ones play in the sand, squealing in delight as the waves came crashing over them. Their attempts to build sandcastles this close to the shore was proving to be a futile mission.
They soon abandoned their doomed sea city and moved inward. The waves came back, greedily, and washed what remained of their little sand kingdom.
She felt more and more ready every day. To take the next step in her perceived adulthood. Finally able to breathe without the pressure of producing a grandchild, she feels at ease.
The little shoes always caught her eye whenever she went shopping. She was fascinated by them. So small, so tiny, a human could wear those. Life was so strange.