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I don't see the world in black and white. I see it in grey; from it's most joyful to darkest shades. Perhaps that's way no way to live, or to love. Not for other people, at least. It works just fine for me. "I could see her eyelashes curl upward in a perfect bow. Small specks of dust were resting on them, until she finally blinked and they flew away carelessly."