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Sanam
15 May 2006 @ 05:44 pm
Golds, browns, and some reds too.
With precise, rhythmic strokes of a colored pencil, the child hummed quietly too himself as he carefully, painstakingly, colored in the lines of the intricate design. Habitually brushing aside doll like curls tawny in color, he smiled omnisciently, the smile of an enigmatic in every aspect.
I color because I like to color
He'd been wheedled and goaded by a reasoning touch, a companionable smile, a questioning tone Why? but he just did. He just did
Thoughtlessly, in an awkwardly childlike, mechanical motion devoid of grace he pulled himself up from his reclined position, slender hands grasping the edge of a desk to aid his rising. On his feet, he gently rocked back and forth. Singing softly to himself, eyes blankly following the detailed pattern of the wallpaper, deftly studying it. The charmingly mysterious smile ever present, he sang. He stood. He stared.
With precise, rhythmic strokes of a colored pencil, the child hummed quietly too himself as he carefully, painstakingly, colored in the lines of the intricate design. Habitually brushing aside doll like curls tawny in color, he smiled omnisciently, the smile of an enigmatic in every aspect.
I color because I like to color
He'd been wheedled and goaded by a reasoning touch, a companionable smile, a questioning tone Why? but he just did. He just did
Thoughtlessly, in an awkwardly childlike, mechanical motion devoid of grace he pulled himself up from his reclined position, slender hands grasping the edge of a desk to aid his rising. On his feet, he gently rocked back and forth. Singing softly to himself, eyes blankly following the detailed pattern of the wallpaper, deftly studying it. The charmingly mysterious smile ever present, he sang. He stood. He stared.