Hey there deliah,


The rain will pass.
Keep looking up.

Storms don't last.
This is just a hiccup.

Look for the rainbow.
Establish an art.

Forget that this generation only admires stars.
Paint ceilings as if you were Michelangelo.
Where else will this world find it's artists?

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