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A color changes in my view. A color familiar to a color new. Something new and something scary. Should I be cautious or should I be wary? The color feels anything but mellow. It was neither red nor yellow. Not a color of Life or of the Dead. It is not of blue or of red. The color becomes familiar now. It starts to dominate. I take a bow. To not obey I would not dare for the color I see, it is despair.
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Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 12:45 PM UTC
Crisis
A color changes in my view. A color familiar to a color new. Something new and something scary. Should I be cautious or should I be wary? The color feels anything but mellow. It was neither red nor yellow. Not a color of Life or of the Dead. It is not of blue or of red. The color becomes familiar now. It starts to dominate. I take a bow. To not obey I would not dare for the color I see, it is despair.
tommy-le
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Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 12:45 PM UTC
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