The sky was painted with the colors of my backyard. Of the deep rust lining the chains of my swing set. The tangerine tones of my childhood curtain and the fresh pressed juice in the shelves of my fridge. The lemon tinge of the spattering mismatching leaves of the park down the street. Together they created a cacophony of warmth painted above me, watercolor streaks pulled across the canvas of my universe.

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