Maybe we should develop a Crayola bomb as our
next secret weapon. A happiness weapon.
A beauty bomb. And every time a crisis developed,
we would launch one. It would explode high in the
air - explode softly - and send thousands, millions,
of little parachutes into the air. Floating down to
earth - boxes of Crayolas. And we wouldn't go cheap,
either - not little boxes of eight. Boxes of sixty-four,
with the sharpener built right in. With silver and
gold and copper, magenta and peach and lime,
amber and umber and all the rest. And people
would smile and get a little funny look on their faces
and cover the world with imagination.
~Robert Fulghum
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Beautiful!!
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