Cobalt blue is on my mind.
This desire to paint and spend time with colour is becoming more and more voracious.
When did I need colour that much?
When did I miss feeling that ecstatic?
Painting is magical, tricky and revealing.
Painting with frescoes is even euphoric.
Frescoes are unashamed.
In cacti I bloomed.
A sweet celebration of resilience and daydreaming.
I retained my spine and my waters.
Thick skin and dissolving soul.
I kept fantasizing.
I kept growing.

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