To whom it may concern,
Colors can be gathered together and scattered apart in all different combinations. A meter, a rhyme, a poem. A sound, a note, a song. A memory, a hope, a dream. Among the slopes and the trees, the rocks and the rivers, as seen through a prism I could live a whole life in a mountain range. And in a presence, a look, a voice, through twin prisms I will live my whole life in the colors of your light.
As always,
Matthew Cameron
Matthew Cameron 
To whom it may concern,
Colors can be gathered together and scattered apart in all different combinations. A meter, a rhyme, a poem. A sound, a note, a song. A memory, a hope, a dream. Among the slopes and the trees, the rocks and the rivers, as seen through a prism I could live a whole life in a mountain range. And in a presence, a look, a voice, through twin prisms I will live my whole life in the colors of your light.
As always,
Matthew Cameron
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