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She finds the sky boring, all stark empty blues and whites and greys. She needs colour, multitude, intensity, glow, she says: she’ll do anything to be in that fire. She doesn’t want to see beyond it.
Sometimes the sky glows red too, I tell her, but she isn’t listening. |
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