I liked it. I told myself after seeing my stain art. I didn’t even have to convince myself to like it. One look and I liked what I saw.
A month ago, I was part of a facilitating team for a camp activity. The day before the big day, I spent time digging in my cabinet looking for something to wear. Then I found my boring indigo short pants, which I haven’t touched for months already. It used to be my favorite when going out with friends.
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Different Eyes, Different Sights
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