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Sun Oct 24, 2021 8:01 am
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rida says...



Today we learn about colours


Forgetting the ghosts that I once belonged to,
I leave them in sunflower fields. Walking 20 miles south
From here, I realise the world is made of color. The river between
Grey and sunflower-yellow is thirty-six thousand feet deep; varying between
Colours of you and me.
Leaving the cemeteries of grey I find myself somewhere in-between dark and light~
No other colour can describe this; except maybe the world
  





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Mon Oct 25, 2021 1:38 am
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Liminality says...



Interesting and surreal piece, @rida! I also like your poetic use of the squiggly line ~~
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"The trouble with Borrowing another mind was, you always felt out of place when you got back to your own body, and Granny was the first person ever to read the mind of a building. Now she was feeling big and gritty and full of passages. 'Are you all right?' Granny nodded, and opened her windows. She extended her east and west wings and tried to concentrate on the tiny cup held in her pillars."
— Terry Pratchett, Discworld: Equal Rites