You could write stories about those three colours with perfect characterization. This is probably what poets feel who, like, personify the wind and the rosy dawn and all that.
I am so angry at myself. I had a beautiful view of the slender moon with Venus framed through trees as I walked the dog around 6am but didn't have my phone. Pushed the dog to stop all the sniffing, got home, had to relieve myself, rushed out the door and it was gone. If only I had neuralink.
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i need to know before accepting credit...
*sigh*
(better hang the ol' apotropaic ward just to be on the safe side...)
Have a great day, everyone!
The Dutch are coming.