{"sf1_id":336884,"sf2_id":"rnay0J3n","title":"An Essence of White","author":"Desolation35","words":166,"posted_at":"2012-02-09T03:30:00.000Z","tags":["Ocean","White","essence"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/336884-an-essence-of-white","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/rnay0J3n","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/7b/bf/7bbf5001-5444-4f5d-bc72-eba39632a039","description":"This is aimed towards a specific person. I don't know if they will know it is them, but I hope they will understand the true meaning behind it.","content":"With a dark ocean away, I can easily find the white that stands out. When I look back at all that I have made, I see the small influence and imprint of your support. With every painted canvas, there is an essence of white. Only I seem to be able to notice the small accent in the pieces made.\n\nI want to be able to reach that dignified white that stands at the other end of the ocean. Although, it seems the only way to complete this path I have made for myself, I need to add more behind me. The more I submit, the more we slowly get closer to one another.\n\nMy curiosity burns to find out the fine details that are blurred by the distance between what I see. This small essence seems to do more than just catch my eye; it keeps me somewhat in place and in check with what I have seen myself construct for others to inhabit and interpret.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n  \n\n"}