The pages were all empty. He said to fill them up with colours. Colours, to express what words cannot say. Colours, to express what is hidden inside. Colours, to express myself.
The first drawing I’m going to make is of a tree. I like trees. I like big, fat, gigantic, old trees. I like how strong and sturdy they are. I like the steadfastness in them, rooted to the ground.
Come sit here under the shade of the trees.
Ssshh. The trees are telling their secrets.
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