You remember her pink lips, the yellow of the nail polish she wore; you still see her, sometimes, when she walks past your desk, but she blends in with the grey behind her now.In a way, the lack of colour is gratifying; without it, you almost do not recognise her at all.
-A Technicolour Beginning
Rødovre, Denmark

If I promise to dream a little bigger, can I please stay here in limbo and listen to “Non, je ne regrette rien” forever?

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A Technicolour Beginning

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