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The sunlight bleeds through billowy white sheers, threatening to wake the ancient mud-soaked walls. Rose and saphron fill the morning as I'm greeted by my other half and the gentle furbeasts who share this loft that overlooks the mermaid green. The smell of the briny sea mixes with warm butter and bread, recharging my brain for another day.

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I step out into yesterday amidst saturated blues and greens, surrounded by polished antiquity and wood so parched it has become the color it was painted. I breathe in the color, smiling at anyone and everyone (I don't care if they do think I'm crazy). My feet grace each cobbled step with the assurance of belonging. I reach the shop with the earliest fingers of daylight, and the sound of my key unlatching the door awakens the expectation of another sparkling day.

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Burried in colored glass of every shape, hue and size, surrounded by the radiant faces and ribbons of delight, my fingers begin their work, weaving color to texture to shape and size. I send these colorful orphans off to their adopted lives, knowing I'm giving away free pieces of mermaid green with every purchase. My words swap countries throughout the day, and I do not notice. My mind tends to those things that need tending, and nothing more.

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