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I see the world in colors.
Shapes are hit-or-miss on most days.
They don’t really matter much anyway.
I know what a tree looks like.
It’s a trunk with needles or leaves.
What I care about is how bright the blue sky looks through the dark green curtain,
Or how the golden Autumn piles feel as I leap into them.
Who needs shapes anyway?
The beauty lies in the colors.

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