it has been a month and a bit since i last written in this humble space of mine. tonight the sky is a spectrum of pink and purple. i see a streak of yellow in between. it’s a beautiful piece of fabric. i don’t know about you. the same thing could mean something else to a different person.
i wonder if it’s the same over in afghanistan, for the afghan kids. is darkness all they ever see? even in the midst of daylight?
maybe, sometimes we can still find the beauty in ugliness. they are not immediate to the eyes. but, if you seek for them, you will find them, all just right there.
-i pause-
what do i want?
what makes you happy?
Miss Fiona 
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