Crimson. That’s the color I think of when I remember that night. It’s what I see every night when I close my eyes. It’s not just the color of it either. It’s also the cold, harsh sound of the word, with the hard “C” followed by the “r” that rolls off it as if to pry open the rest of the word. I can mostly think of bad things that start with that letter combination – crime, cruel, crude – […]
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