Raconteur.

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Amazed I am that some don't dream in color,
that watching films in black and white increases
their tendency to see the past as duller...

that some default to monochroming pieces
of data stored with rainbow hues intact; keep
their vibrancy turned low so long it ceases.

Despair I would if leaves and grass looked black; weep
if reddish hair and sun-kissed skin were blending
into ashen skies ~ I'd never want to sleep!

Relieved I am old movies failed at winning
me over, and imagining's still thrilling.
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