Uploaded June 2026 | Updated September 2026, 3 hours ago

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Sometimes the colour drains from my face. Pale. White as a sheet.

When I am afraid. Uncertain. Worried.

When I am sick.

It can sneak up. It can happen suddenly.

But the colour always returns.

From Coming To Our Senses, Volume 13 (True Colours)

the-haven.co/ctos13-true-colours