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In the recesses of a mind so dark, nothing can purge it, rests a spark. That spark is one of beauty.

Its happiness. the spark grows, and when it does, a heart wrenching moment , an explosion of color occurs. an arythmia of senses. ceases all sadness. and in the end, a flower, a small technicolor dream, rises from the ashes. a smile erupts like a firework.

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