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Pink. It’s a color I rarely saw when I was alive, even during the best weather and best of luck. It rarely occurs in nature, but here it seems to be a second alternative.The clouds are pink, light and made of air, while some rocks are pink as well, so deep that even tiny grooves in the stone seemed cavernous. Pink trees in the forest next to Bearing held plump fruits that were put to shame by the plant’s generous boughs.
It was the color of nature, joy and moving skies. It was the color of progress. It was the color of a veteran’s beard.

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