the blue of the sky breaking through the morning clouds. The sun hits the bright blue sheet hanging off the balcony
the different shape and sizes of the negative spaces between the trees
the three receding different shades of green in the spice stand. The marketplace is full of people in wigs and costumes. Two nuns bend over the spices, and for a moment, I am not sure if they are also dressed up
the sun breaking through the windows in the hallway of the studio, turning it into a cathedral
Running to catch the bus. For a moment so stressed with getting on, that I only gradually notice that someone has decorated it with balloons and signs, and the two people ahead of me are in costume,
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