In short, there are times when the colors of life seem to shrink in clarity. The palette, ever earthy, sustains everything - the right path to take, the clothes one wears, until one risks fading into the grass and hills, becoming the landscape.
Then there is red, screaming loudly for attention. I hear it. It calls.
And now after a period of healing stasis, balanced life, there is a new level in which to ascend.
The journey begins on this red road.
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