Feeling the cold squish of paint through your fingers; the tight caking on your rainbow-splattered arms; the laugh bursting from your belly.
Finger painting is freedom, is joy, is pleasure. Grateful you could remind me.
Erin Curlett writes stories about love, identity, and healing.
Feeling the cold squish of paint through your fingers; the tight caking on your rainbow-splattered arms; the laugh bursting from your belly.
Finger painting is freedom, is joy, is pleasure. Grateful you could remind me.
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