watch the colors of a day just at its beginnings and its closures, however to
me it’s entirely clear that a day converges through a huge number of shades and
inflections, with every agonizing second. A solitary hour can comprise of a
great many distinctive hues. Waxy yellows, cloud-spat soul. Dinky darknesses.
In my profession, I make it a point to notice them.

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