Red for the city (Chicago is burgundy), blue for staying here, yellow for depending on other people, white for I’ll-do-it-myself-thanks. Green makes marriage and babies. Orange makes home-sick. Pink makes freedom or lots of mistakes, depending on the lighting. Purple... can’t exist.
So many shades. So many rainbow promises. So much beauty, if you blend it all together right.
And everyone thinks they're a damn art critic.
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