My thoughts swirl like the markings on Luna’s forehead – thick and soft, light and dark, though not too dark, but separate and distinct, a furrow here and there, amongst restful poses and sometimes repose.
I am not one color. I am a blend of many, bright and outlandish with silent textured hues intermingled. I am not a plain and bland species. I am sometimes a chameleon, changing and blending my colors according to my surroundings, adaptable.
LUNA
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