How am I holding up today? Two of the most brilliant people I know asked me. Well, it's not sparkling deep red. It's not dull and weary gray. I can't say it's all famished and demented blue. Well, it is still blue. But it's thick. It's bloody, and fiercely blurry. It's silence is scheming, and it's lightness lurks. They must know what I mean. I hope I do, too.
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