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The colors of your life.

Writing prompt, call for submissions…reminder to get out and live.

Photo by the author — artwork by nature.

A walk in the canvas.

Grey of rock toppled from mountains, silver-green of light, wind, and trees dancing on forgotten hillsides. Soot of your skin, ashen when dry, dark with transpiration and exchange of elements. The occasional riot of fireweed, flickering of poppy, thrust of purple lupine or crimson refrain of indian paintbrush. Until you leave it all behind to splash into something impossibly turquoise, the color of unraveling rock — the marriage of that whispy blue waif of heaven and the mud of mountains shifting under her tears.