My parents describe life and destiny as a wheel. Sometimes you’re on top, other times you are not.

I’ve been into colors and flowers all year. There’s a language of flowers, but without color there wouldn’t be words. To be descriptive: My year started out orange, and it looks like it’s ending in Indigo.

More later

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More now. This post will be fragmented and I’ll write about different colors. For now this is for you, King of Indigo

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More again.