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The acrylics of night etch before her eyes, like a stretched canvas dotted with white stars. 4
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Her fingers play callously over the imaginary fabric, the star of creation alive within her.6
She dreams of tinted hues: the yellow of the sun, the green of the sparse trees, the brown of her mother’s eye. 7
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As if entranced, she reaches out in tip-toes, trying to capture the stars.9
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Her feet strain to keep her weight, planted firmly on the parched earth.11
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Her mind forms a picture unseen. 13
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And with her thumb, held out like a brush. 15
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She joins: one dot with another. 17
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Silver trophy winner
Honorable mention
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