anticipating the return to Seattle and work and city, taking a few moments to revisit the times when taking out colored pencils during class was a certainty. The smell marked an immediate lightening of the soul. Warm and encompassing and refreshing, the feeling of them in a bouquet in my palm, fingers clutching tightly and barley able to reach around the whole bunch. And the sound of their smooth, curved shiny wood, gliding against the others...
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