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>Posey always enjoys gardening; the sun beating off of her yellow coat, the dandelions enjoying their soak, the roses’ aroma smelling lovely when reaching down for a sniff.
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>”Hey there, Posey!”
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>The usually grumpy pony turns her head around to find the source of the sound, but to no avail.
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>”Up here!”
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>Craning her head, she sees her friend flapping her wings above her. Posey lets out a chuckle from the ordeal.
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“Guess I’m not used to having a friend that flies, Windy.”
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>Windy returns with a chuckle of her own as she lightly touches down.
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>”I could say the same thing! It’s hard to get used to having to look down for your house or not having air traffic here. So what are you up to?”
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>Grabbing a hold of her watering can with her teeth, she reveals the tin can to the pegasus.
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“Watering.”
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>”Cool. Say, want to head out to the roller skate rink with me?”
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>Putting down the watering can, Posey raises her head back.
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“Sure! Let me put this wa-”
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>”AHHHHHHHHH!!!”
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>Posey jumps from Windy’s loud screech as the pegasus gets down low in fear.
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“Sweet Majesty, Windy! What’s wrong with you!?!”
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>”D-Daisies…”
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>Posey raises her eyebrow with befuddlement as her friend points out a shaky hoof past her.
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>Following the hoof’s direction, Posey’s eyes end up at the freshly planted daisies.
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>From confusion comes hysterics as Posey begins laughing up a storm. Tears formed from her eyes at the idea of a pony being afraid of a dainty plant.
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“Oh Windy! You know how to joke around!”
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>”I’m not joking! I’m deeply terrified of daisies!”
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>Quickly shutting up, Posey’s expression turns into befuddlement at Windy’s serious demeanor.
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>Looking back at the daisies, Posey digs one from the ground and grasps its stem with her mouth.
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>Windy bolts upon seeing the little flower in Posey’s mouth, getting closer to her.
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>The only thing to indicate Windy’s existence was a few darkened feathers left behind.
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“And that’s how the story ends. We never got the chance to go rollerskating.“
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>Finishing taking a slurp from her smoothie, Dahlia lets go of the straw from her mouth as she begins to speak.
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>>”So what are you going to do about it?”
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“I don’t know! I’ve never dealt with a pegasus’ phobia before!”
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>Dahlia puts a hoof on her chin and ponders for a moment.
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>>”Maybe she can get over her phobia through exposure therapy.”
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“Exposure therapy?”
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>>”Yeah, exposure therapy. Slowly expose her through films and pictures.”
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“That could possibly work… Thanks Dahlia.”
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>Getting up from her spot and disposing of her smoothie in the recycling bin, Posey aimlessly wanders through the town. Along her way, she lifts up her brick phone to call her friend.
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>”Hello?”
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“Hey, Windy, where are you?”
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>”Home.”
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“Is it alright if I visit you?”
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>”...Ok…”
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>An awkward silence fills the line between the two.
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”Well, hope to see you there.”
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>Posey hangs her phone up and puts it away, her face filled with uncertainty.
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>Was Windy acting weird because of earlier, Posey didn’t know.
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>The trotting sound of hooves against the concrete become slower as the yellow and pink pony makes her way through the suburbs.
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>Taking a left and then a right, she finally arrives in front of Windy’s humble abode.
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>Windy’s residence is a one story wooden plank house with a red finish.
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>The quaint front yard has some bushes from Zephyr Heights with a wind spinner rotating slowly in the wind.
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>Posey trots up the front porch made of stones that connect to the front door.
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>Posey passes by the front window and a metal prop pegasus hangs from the wall.
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>Reaching to the door, Posey raises her hoof and taps it against the door’s wooden texture.
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>The door opens to reveal the light red pegasus, her face trying to force itself to smile and hide away the depression.
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>”Posey…hi…”
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“Hi Windy…”
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>The silence between the two is deafening as they stand there awkwardly.
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“So can I come in…”
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>The unusually quiet Windy opens the door to let Posey in.
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>Trotting in Windy’s humble abode, Posey looks around to see memorabilia of Windy’s old life hanging on the walls or selves.
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>The two friends trot into the living room, taking their seats on the couch.
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>”Is it about the daises?”
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“...Yes… It’s about the daises.”
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>Windy looks nervously at her yellow best friend.
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>Even though unsure on how to go about this predicament, Posey, face full of determination, has to start somewhere on helping Windy’s fear.
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“Bestie, I’m going to help you get over your fear.”
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>”But how?”
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“Do you have a computer?”
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>Windy raises an eyebrow at the question.
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>”It’s in my room, how come?”
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>The now unusually sincere mare gets up from her seat and makes her way.
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“We’re starting slow with a few images.”
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>Entering the bedroom, Posey looks to her right to see Windy’s desktop humming quietly in the corner of the room.
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>Taking a seat in the swivel chair and pressing the power button, the modern machine roars into life.
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>The red pegasus fixed her gaze at the computer screen as Posey's hooves made a click clack sound against the plastic keys.
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>With one final tap, the homepage changes into a page of daisies.
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>Posey turns around to see Windy taking a few trots back.
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>A photo of a yellow daisy pops up on the screen; the daisy’s wet petals glistening under an unseen light source.
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>The pegasus shuffles in place at the sight of the bright flower.
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>Another image pops up, it’s two cartoon daisies holding their leaf appendages like a couple.
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>Windy eases up; even if it’s just a little bit, it is a start.
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>Posey starts to feel pride build up, maybe this will be easier than expected.
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>With one swift click of the right arrow key, the image changes into a boutique of daisies.
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>All the ease Windy gains, quickly deflates as fear envelopes her.
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“Windy, it’s just flowers. They won’t hurt you.”
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>As Posey looks at Windy’s quivering form, her hoof taps on the keyboard again.
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>Another image shows up, now a picture of a violet daisy with its petals starting out thick at the base, then curling up together down each petal, forming a spoon-like shape.
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>Windy’s eyes widened before shutting them in fear from the sight of the weird looking flowers.
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“Come on, Windy! You gotta get over that stupid fear of yours! I know you can do it! You just have to look!”
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>A video pops on screen, this time it’s a whole bundle of daisies, all various types, blowing in the wind as a pony is talking about the plant’s species.
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>Windy lets out a scream of terror at the sight, retreating farther away from the computer.
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>”STOP!!!”
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>A sigh of defeat comes from Posey’s mouth as she closes the window.
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>Standing up and turning around, Posey looks at her friend’s cowering form.
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>”Is it gone?”
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“It’s gone.”
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>Windy’s trembling weakens as her wings move back to her sides.
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>”You need to leave.”
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>Not knowing what to say from Windy’s shaky demand, the offended yellow mare quietly trots out of Windy’s room, leaving Windy to her own devices.
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>The thought of Windy’s fear boggles Posey’s mind.
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>The sight of her own cottage temporarily breaks her thoughts.
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>She looks at the cottage before making her way inside.
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“Maybe I can clear my head with some painting.”
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>She trots to her art room via going through the dining room.
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>Looking around the room, her gaze finds the white canvas laying against the wall.
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>After grabbing the canvas and placing it on the easel, she makes her way over to the shelf where all of her paints are stored.
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“What colors should I choose…”
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>After grabbing her colors, she trots back to her canvas and splurts the paint onto her palette.
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>With her paint brush in her mouth and the palette in her hoof, she begins to give the canvas long smooth strokes with her brush, occasionally looking at her window to the outside world for reference.
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>After finishing, she trots back to admire her work.
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>Then a wandering idea enters her train of thought, could painting be the key to Windy’s predicament?
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“Only one way to find out.”
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>Posey starts to gather all the needed essentials for a mobile art session.
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>Finishing up packing her paints and brushes into a case, she places it near the front door.
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“Alright, all I need is to get the portable easel and call Windy.”
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>Along the way to grab the easel, Posey begins to think of a way to apologize for her behavior.
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>Returning to her art room, she takes a left towards the art supply closet.
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>Opening the slightly creaking door, Posey looks over to her right to see the black plastic easel folded up and leaning against the wall.
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>She returns to the foyer with the easel in hoof, placing it against the art case.
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>As the evening changes into night, the pegasus’ hooves clop against the wooden floor of her home.
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>Making her way to the kitchen counter, she checks the calendar on the wall.
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>”Okay, Wednesday is bringing the foals into the forest to learn about how to find their way to civilization, Saturday is the day when I’m critiquing Majesty The Queen in Manehatten, and next Tuesday is… to attend the Know Or Go gameshow with Posey…”
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>Mentioning Posey stirs up memories of those previous hours with her forcefulness.
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>Windy always wanted to get rid of her fear, but now after Posey’s stunt, she’s now not so sure if she will ever be free.
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>A sigh leaves her mouth as she feels betrayed by her best friend.
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>”I should probably call somepony else to see if they’re free for that show.”
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>Picking up a pen with her wing, she marks Posey's name out on the calendar as her phone rings on silent mode.
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>5:00 in the morning, anypony’s worst nightmare to wake up at.
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>Posey knocks on Windy’s front door, hoping that she’ll answer.
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>The front door swiftly opens.
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>The yellow pony cringes upon seeing the bed-headed grumpy mare scowling at her.
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“Morning Windy.”
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>”What do you want, Posey?”
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“Okay, why are you acting that way?”
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>”Why!? You scared me to death yesterday! You should’ve known better than to show all those daisies to me that fast!”
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>Posey was taken aback by Windy’s sudden snap back. She was going to retort, but stopped herself from making this situation from bad to worse.
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“Windy… I’m sorry… I should’ve been more aware of how that your phobia affects you… If I could turn back time to slap myself for those decisions, I would…”
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>The two stand there in silence, Posey looking at the ground with a depressed expression, and Windy still looking at her with disappointment and betrayal; as the birds chirp quietly around them.
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“May we start over again? Because I really want to help you…”
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>Windy looks from her strained friend to the art case on the porch.
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>”Okay.”
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>Posey’s face lifts up from Windy’s answer.
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“I’ll make sure that this will not make you go into a panic!”
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>Grabbing the case and easel, Posey makes her way inside Windy’s home.
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>Setting the case down on the wooden floor, Posey unlatches the case to show a variety of paint tubes.
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>Reaching to the bottom of the case, she picks up a folded plastic tarp.
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>She puts her mouth on one of the corners and begins to spread out the tarp on the floor.
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>”Posey, I’m not an artist. Remember when I told you about how I barely passed art class with a D-?”
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>Posey finishes smoothing out the tarp and starts to stand the easel.
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“You don’t have to be one of the greatest artists to ever live to paint your feelings onto a canvas.”
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>With the finishing touches of putting the canvas on the easel, Posey stands back so Windy can paint.
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>The pegasus stares at the blank canvas with uncertainty.
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>”Just paint my feelings onto the canvas…”
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>Windy reaches for a brush and dabs some paint on it.
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>She slowly trots closer to the canvas, slowly pressing the tip against the linen surface.
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>Posey watches intensely as each stroke from Windy’s brush glides with various shades of color against the canvas.
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>After twenty minutes and one final brushstroke, Windy places the brush into the cup of murky paint water.
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“That’s how you feel about daisies?”
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>The painting is full of dark grays, reds, and yellows forming the shadowy shape of a huge daisy as the background while the foreground is an exaggerated shape of a carnation pink pegasus by itself.
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>”Yes…”
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>Reaching her hoof around Windy’s withers, Posey leans her head against Windy’s in support.
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>Windy’s face forms into a small smile.
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