Rain outside the window. Clouds and grey and drops on the glasses which are tears and blur everything. But you have only to look inside you to notice that a little bit of colour remains, mybe the green of hope or the light blue of dreams, even when the storm seems to uproot the trees of your certainties, of your “I want to be like this” or “I have to believe in myself”. So I wear kaleidoscopes and turn the corner, ready for a new instant of happyness.
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