So, a pearl.
The sky is breathing heavy, shifting green trees, birds, and a siren in the distance. The daylight is diffused.
Pearlescent.
...And now quiet, like a pale sphere under clean water.
I remember painting wet-on-wet with watercolors, how the shades would blend and blur as I brushed them onto the moist canvas. It was silky, chaotic. Pretty. With enough water, the color would be just a sheen.
Like a pearl.
Today is.
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