The Shady Side of Gray

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Ina Blar

“The overcast skies had the colour of deadened stones, and seemed

closer than usually, as though they were phlegmatically observing my every

movement with their apathetic emptily blue-less eyes; each tiny drop of hazy

rain drifting around resembled transparent molten steel, the pavement looked

like it was about to burst into disconsolate tears, even the air itself was gray,

so ultimate and ubiquitous that colour was everywhere around me."

― Simona Panova

Composition by:

Kay Lynn Gabaldon


April, 2016