All the days began and ended with crimson,whether flowing with an abundance of tangerineor saturated with the soft hues of saffron,depended mostly on the seasonal viridian.The afternoon sky never changed though, always a pale azure.Why couldn’t it ever be a shade of purple like amethyst? She’d always delighted in things of amethyst,and as all days […]
A Different Kind of Crimson
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