Ooh, here's another bit I just wrote. Man, I love it when writing just comes out of you like someone had left a tap on somewhere and that tap is you and you're not sure who it was who left you turned on.
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He took a sip and read some words and still the noise pulled at him, yanked him back toward the window and that red unknown beyond.
Not so unknown, he knew but did not want to admit. For that red was the red of this day, the color of the flag of a nation that was comprised of lovers and the loved.
He no longer had a passport that would get him across the border and into that nation. No longer could he say he saw that special color that the rest saw.
Valentine red.
No mistaking that color. It was unlike any other red that existed, a peculiar hue that was never the same before or after the day.
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