Maybe we should develop a Crayola bomb as our next secret
weapon. A happiness weapon. A beauty bomb. And every time a
crisis developed, we would launch one. It would explode high in the air -
explode softly - and send thousands, millions, of little parachutes into the
air. Floating down to earth - boxes of Crayolas. And we wouldn't go
cheap, either - not little boxes of eight. Boxes of sixty-four, with the
sharpener built right in.
With silver and gold and copper, magenta and
peach and lime, amber and umber and all the rest.
And people would smile
and get a little funny look on their faces and cover the world with
imagination.
~Robert Fulghum
Crayons in the outpatient occupational therapy clinic where I'm completing my fieldwork.
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