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Color
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I hear the question upon your lips: What is it to be a colour?
Colour is the touch of the eye, music to the deaf, a word out of the darkness. Because I’ve listened to souls whispering – like the susurrus of the wind – from book to book and object to object for tens or thousands of years, allow me to say that my touch resembles the touch of angels. Part of me, the serious half, calls out to your vision while the mirthful half sours through the air with your glances.
I’m so fortunate to be red!
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― My Name Is Red
― My Name Is Red
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Mere color, unspoiled by meaning, and unallied with definite form, can speak to the soul in a thousand different ways.
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