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The colours of my childhood

At first, these were the colours of my world.

The space was vast; an endless world of faded colours.

But then, one day, from within the vastness of my world,

I noticed the change of light and tones.

And then they gathered all the paint brushes from other worlds

and changed the coulouring of mine.

Suddenly, the vastness shrunk.

Red invades my memories. It could have been alizarine red.

Or a light shade of moss green.

Or maybe an assortment of greens, whites, and grays.

It was only when I returned that it all came back to me.

It was as simple as watching the sky above.

All shades of blue...

Blue is the colour of my childhood.