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“Where does the white of the snow escape to when it melts, the red of a volcano when it’s extinct, the purple of the amaranth when it wilts, the brown of hair when it turns gray, the blue of the sky when daylight fades? Maybe there’s a heaven just for colors? I’m sure they all sing there, all roar and explode, jostle and mingle there. And then fly away. And then return, ad infinitum.”