Because life progresses in different colors and hues. Sometimes it is full of vibrant tone and energy, other times it feels like an earthy palette, like the sunshine on your skin as you wash the dishes by the windowsill. Days like these, it feels as though a week went by in black and white. Whispers and hushed tones and the thought that all these moments will one day be in a scrapbook like the one I found tucked away in a dusty attic.
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