After time had aged some more,
The tides had shifted toward her.
Her breath danced and ran with wind
And the sun grew wise and bolder.
The black and white altered to shy,
Then colors were born to compete.
Each one adorned all of the others,
And set the timid free.
The girl stepped back, her eyes still open
The painting now defined.
She drew a smile, then gave a nod
And time was aging wild.

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Annie is a junior at Clayton A.Bouton High School.