
i love the edges of color,
the flick of the butterfly wing exposing the transition from turquoise to lime
the red acheived only on the periphial of flame,
the melting from sky to sun, fuscia to midnight as the sun rests below the horizon.
the burgeoning effect that light has on any single color.
for me, it can't be just one color, because they need one another to fully exist
of color she said:
"The color of passion, of fire, of spirit. The color of my jeep and my daughter's favorite baby. The color i love to wear when i need to feel powerful or feisty. The color i wore to celebrate my freedom. The color the makes me feel the most 'me.' Red."
come back next week for something delightful from georgia
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