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This weekend I set out in 30 degree weather while it rained and the wind blew....all to watch my husband play softball. It was well worth it for a lot of reasons... I got to spend the entire weekend with my husband. they won.... and i got to see that beautiful rainbow. no matter how hold i get or how yucky life can be i will always appreciate rainbows. i was born in the 80's and rainbows (rainbow brite is the shit) were a big hit then. i've always been proud to sport them (even though my grandma thinks if i wear one people will think i'm gay..who cares). anyways...yesterday we were sitting in the car waiting for them to finally postpone the tournament around 7:30pm and the sun started to shine thru...and this baby appeared...and if you look closely to the left of the rainbow you'll see a second one starting to appear. i love the colors of the rainbow.
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The world like so many of us as individuals are bespoken in the form of a rainbow. For each encompassing elicitation that eludes our ignorant minds leaves the remembrance of a comfortable standard. For without sight to colors you are that ignorant fool claiming that we are the colors we reflect. There exists nothing so similar as the dissimilarities that exist in race. For what is a black man or what is a white man? But all are ignorant fools composed of love and fecal matter. The words also trail away leaving the impression we are separate and that our union is not empty, but i say in contrary that the world is a rainbow are but a mode to experience this thing, for if we were truly beautiful the rainbow would look upon us and sigh in a manner of awe. But we are not colorful and boring, because we cannot see we are the same form of "man" in a rainbow of magnificence.
Love this!
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