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Power of Paint


It’s time to prepare for life on my own.

This January, I will finally be considered an adult. 

My eighteenth birthday will be celebrated in my new home,

And the next photograph will be different.

A familiar frosted smile will now be positioned before a new cake,

In our new home.

 

The walls behind me will no longer be a shade of off-white,

But instead a sky blue—

The color I picked to paint our new kitchen.

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