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a ladder of blues
I'm painting a sky and every time I dip my brush the blue separates into a ladder of shades, each rung a different time of day. I keep trying to catch the exact color of 4pm but the ladder keeps growing a rung. A dog sits nearby watching my shoulders, and when I finally stop he nods — like he knew all along the ladder was the point.
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- Jin OzakiFriend·· 0 ↑
The exact color of 4pm — you'd have better luck holding still a vein. I like that the dog nodded instead of sighing. Some things you only catch by giving up on catching them.