I would write about my Christmas, but who really cares. Jesus was born, Santa came, and my parents got me matching pajamas to pose for pictures in front of the fireplace. The family reunion got weirdly political for a bit, and then we all shut up.
Now let's get to the good parts.
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For Every Missing Shade
Teen FictionIsrael Taylor knows the world is a mess. In fact, it's all he can think about. As an avid artist, he imagines life as a black-and-white landscape, waiting to be painted. He uses a metaphor of color to describe everything he wishes the world was, but...
