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Legos

When I was a kid, legos were my baseball, they were my favorite pastime.

The possibilities were endless! I want to build a tower! I want to build a spaceship!

I want to build a world!

Blue, red, yellow, green, my sculptures looked like someone took a paintball gun to them.

Everyday was something new. Everyday my imagination was a plot of land flourishing after the forest fire of yesterday's design.

But sometimes those fires burned down more and more until it wasn't just the forest that erupted in crimson flames.

The blocks lost their color. The vibrancy of the rainbow resorted back to their white light.

I lost my touch. The hands that could craft life out of 2x4 bricks, could now only build walls.

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