White Pure

May 4, 2011
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White is a new canvas or a new sketchbook just waiting to be used and the feel of the fur on an arctic fox.
White is the taste of a vanilla ice cream cone in the scorching heat.
White smells like vanilla cake baking and Swiss cheese melting on a cheeseburger.
White makes me feel cold, like I'm stranded in a blizzard.
White is the sound of thunder and lightning in a raging storm.
White is Antarctica, with penguins huddling together for warmth.
White is a thought not fully thought.
White is pure.
White is white.

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