“What is your favorite color?”
She asked me with a smile
I squinted my eyes deep in thought
“Well?”
That of the setting sun
“That’s not a color”
She laughed
Oh but it is
“It’s more than one, what is your favorite”
A pause, slight tilt of the head, a grin
It is all the colors rolled into one
That is color of the setting sun
The whole experience it creates
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