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The grey, the cats, the looks

Modifié le : 2019/08/08

It’s grey, it’s spit­ting, it’s mild. When the sky is over­cast, the col­ors take on aes­thet­ic val­ue, the ugli­est objects bright­en us up and wake us up from our sleep. Autumn is enjoy­ing itself in the gray­ness. The plants fall asleep and their breath, full of del­i­ques­cent sub­stances, soothes our senses.

I came across a few glances, includ­ing that of a young work­er lift­ing a con­crete slab and smil­ing at me. When it is grey, all eyes are in the col­ors of envy, and cats chameleonize in the fall.

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