No matter how fast he ran, he always seemed to run in the wrong direction.
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Blue world
Mine was a blue world, a place of swirling oceans, soaring winds, and love as sure as the bluest of … More
THE PHILOSOPHY OF COLOR
No matter how fast he ran, he always seemed to run in the wrong direction.
Mine was a blue world, a place of swirling oceans, soaring winds, and love as sure as the bluest of … More