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a voice of calm  Thank you for Costa Concordia disaster, your GA reviews, for your continued work on the battlefield American politics, for your beautiful words of WikiLove, you are an awesome Wikipedian! You are recipient no. 2872 of Precious, a prize of QAI. -- Frzzl talk; contribs 00:00, 23 August 2023 (UTC) |
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She had me stand outside after a rainstorm, barefoot in the grass. That smell, and the feeling in between your toes, she told me, was green. Green was life, it was the color of creation. The smell of green is still my favorite smell.
She had me stand in the sun. It was one hundred and six degrees, the hottest day of that year, or any year in the collective's recent memory. She told me that the heat I was feeling was the color red. She said that red is the color of a sunburn, or anger, or love, but weak or superficial love, the love of attraction and not shared experience. The color red is my least favorite color.
She had me dip my foot in a bathtub filled with ice. My toes stung, then went numb. After a while, extreme relaxation. She explained that blue is like both of those feelings, numbing and relaxing. She told me that the numbing feeling was sadness, it was heartache, and the relaxing feeling was pure love. I guess that explains why the relaxing feeling was indescribable. I had never felt pure love before.
To this day, blue is my favorite color.
Blind, flash fiction, 192 words
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