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Ocean blue and slate green, soft brown and blond, yellow ochre, fire red, white and bright filling up a room. I can remember the colors. Washed khaki pants, sky blue blouse with petite white pocadots, little opened toed heals with a bow on each side. Green carpet, clean white shoes with red swooshes, a blue tee shirt.

This one day and the week that followed still fade in and out of my mind. Why have you left such a colorful impression on my mind when after that one week you were nothing but colorless? I don't understand why it seems easier to hold on to things which are not there. In this case I have nothing to hold onto except the memory of color, which really doesn't make sense.

Gone now...the color all gone.