Blue

There was a lot of blue

We like blue

Blue eyes

Blue sky

Blue hues

Blue Times

Traces of ignorance lay along the edges of the Blue, barely discernible but there nonetheless. 

We ignore it.

Isn't that what ignorance is? 

Refusal to see what is plainly there? 

If only you'd pay closer attention.

Blue

Blue music

Blue moods 

convexed and alight

Shifting tempo

Shifting tone

Then

Blue turns to Gold 

an instance of stolen grace

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