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He grasps the souls of all who own a pair of rose colored glasses; he is a perception scented of Carpe Diem and mint, infused into open minds.

He is a graceful dance, waltzing down the alley of aesthetics; he is an invitation inside, without asking,without warning. As a compass guides a starry eyed wanderer lost at sea, his seafoam misty hues guide her tempest heart as well, painting a story of saving grace. He is her escape. Her only concept and abstraction that she cannot fathom a life without. He is art. Creativity evokes a burning desire for hope, awe filled mystery, and enticing inspiration. Thus proving the fact that within herself, she could not embark a journey among the map back home with out her pocket filled to the brim with dreams of artsy creativity.

 

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