A sea of colors yet all they can see is red. Red, but not like a freshly picked apple. Red, but not like the intricacies of a rose. Red, but not like the shimmer of a ruby. Rather, red like shame. Red, like embarrassment. Blood. As if they don’t have it coursing … Continue reading .
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