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Most of my closest friends have a sort of ‘flesh’ colour to them, - some pale, some brown, some a lot darker, but that, I’ve come to shudder, is a shallow, simply skin-deep measure. When I look again I see some carry a seven-sea travelled view with a dark, deep-water hue. Some have an earth-olive touch, giving a life-tinted light to all they brush, all they touch. Some shimmer-touch, charged with a hint of dawn-dew in their scars giving fresh unasked repair. Some show an indigo major generating a bright electric flavour empowering both friends and strangers alike. When they arrive, they each add true colour and I’ve found that their skin-depth is nothing compared to the rainbow-canyon impression that they’ve left on me, my friends.
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Jan 13, 2022
Jan 13, 2022 at 5:36 AM UTC
My friends
Most of my closest friends have a sort of ‘flesh’ colour to them, - some pale, some brown, some a lot darker, but that, I’ve come to shudder, is a shallow, simply skin-deep measure. When I look again I see some carry a seven-sea travelled view with a dark, deep-water hue. Some have an earth-olive touch, giving a life-tinted light to all they brush, all they touch. Some shimmer-touch, charged with a hint of dawn-dew in their scars giving fresh unasked repair. Some show an indigo major generating a bright electric flavour empowering both friends and strangers alike. When they arrive, they each add true colour and I’ve found that their skin-depth is nothing compared to the rainbow-canyon impression that they’ve left on me, my friends.
I love the diversity that comes with living in London
stevejeff
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Jan 13, 2022
Jan 13, 2022 at 5:36 AM UTC
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