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LESSONS FROM MY DAD, PART II

black isn't a colour, it's the absence of light 
pretty strong sentiment, isn't it?

 i mean, if you shed light on a pitch black room it could look anyway, anyhow.

 what if black is just a really toned down pigment of what you think is a colour? 
if you turn up the brightness, black could be yellow or bright green.

 that friend of yours that really likes black could be the most colourful personality in your life.

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