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Red:		Bursting forth of outright hostility teeming with
heat
Orange:		Flames of uncontrolled vibrance consuming
obstacles
Yellow:		Dust of pollen flying on a wind without control
Green:		Growing things springing from dark warmth of Earth
Blue:		Night sparkling with thousands of pinpoint holes
leaking light
Violet:		Calm delicacy balanced on the edge of a blade
Posted: 2005-03-19 03:17:58 UTC

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