What false color, a fickle color, whatever color will do.
Point us at a sunset,
and we are golden. Open us to the world, and we are blue.
We are what we reflect.
Pressed against this painted wood,
I scr…
What false color, a fickle color, whatever color will do.
Point us at a sunset,
and we are golden. Open us to the world, and we are blue.
We are what we reflect.
Pressed against this painted wood,
I scr…
Rachel Cusk photo courtesy the author.
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