“don’t we all start out blank canvases? built by our mothers and
told not to get too dirty. we are painted by everyone we meet. we
spend the first part of our lives proving we’re alive by the number
of colors, and the second part scrubbing out and hiding the parts of
us that have gone black.” rebeka anne. var ref =
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