Color doesn’t ask permission. It strikes first, rearranging your breath, your posture, your pulse before your mind can catch up. You think you’re picking a shade for your walls, a shirt for the day, a lipstick for the night. But what if each color is already reading you, answering a need you haven’t voiced, exposing a hunger you’ve barely admit… Continues…
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