I refuse to be pulled back in time.
Let them uncoil history, and interpret it in the manner they like. Let them paint me in black or white. I will charge ahead and take life head on.
Maybe, they won’t recognize me as I change colors and disappear at high speed.
transitions galore
tell me the sound of hoofs
the future awaits…..
Reena Saxena 
Loved this, clever use of the visual and delightful poem expressing it.
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Thank you so much!
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Pleasure
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Ah, but is the zebra unwinding or rewinding? Happy New Year.
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Both are possible 😀 HNY to you too!
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