Red Stuff
The dream is like color glass panel in churches. But there is no other color except the gamut of red. Every pieces of small panels glow with soothing rhythm, unexpected direction. The edges glow nicely but they keep changing with every pulse of rhythm, preventing boredom that might arise.
Haha, that’s all for my descriptive writing practice for today.
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