
"Seth, there going to think i'm crazy." I said nerves rolling through me. Seth smiled and shook his head. "No, Janaila there very understanding." Seth said squeezing my hand. I rolled my eyes and watched as the tree's passed us. I itched for some paint so i could paint this beautiful forest. I havent painted in a while. But my dreams had been made of paint swirls and colors. I smiled thinking abo…
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