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The party rocked. Music thrummed through her soles and the edges of her vision blurred.
I’m buzzed, she thought. Tipsy. Perhaps even drunk.
It did not matter that there was no alcohol in the bowl.
The cheer was what intoxicated her.
The brightly colored joy.
So much better than last week’s funeral, she thought. That energy had depleted her. Dark. Gray. Thirsting.
For another sip.
She smiled to let the pavonine life-liquor of the child’s birthday party pour right into her.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: pavonine in 81 words
Na'ama Yehuda 
Oh! That was brilliantly (as in colourful and bright and beautiful) done!
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Merci!! 🙂
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Mon plaisir 😉
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😀
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Children’s joy is infectious! Who needs booze?!
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Eeezatly.
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Yes, the many sides of life we must live. Interesting how one side colors the other. 🙂 Nicely done, Na’ama.
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Indeed! And we’re a mishmash of them all, in a brownish blur … sometimes. 😉 As a child told me the other week “I mixed the colors and made poop.”
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The most unwanted outcome for any watercolorist. 🙂 Most Fall and Winter colors where I live seem to be some unpleasant shade of brown. Fortunately, life has more variety. 🙂
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😀
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Great use of the prompt word, Na’ama 🙂
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🙂 Thank you! 🙂
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