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“...his eyes weren’t cerulean, but a shade of blue so distinct there wasn’t a word for it. They were the color of bluebird wings flashing in the sunlight, of the vivid shade of acrylic paint smeared across Monet’s water lilies, of smooth azurite rocks found at those beach stores perpetually going out of business, of an endless end-of-summer sky.”

when authors so perfectly describe hard-to-describe colors >