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Meal Tray
I’m hungry. I’m starving. What’s on the menu? What’s on the agenda? I loved arts and crafts. They praised me there, my dark creations sprawled out on the page. During my mother's stay she took the explosion of blackness, purples, and blues, clashing against the yellows, oranges, and reds bursting out like a supernova. She took my painting home and lost it.
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