I used to love the color red.
It’s my color, I told myself, when I bought yet another long-sleeved shirt with a deep v-neck line, in bright red. Or carmine red. Crimson. Scarlet. (The letter, of course, but scarlet always reminded me of Gone with the Wind, of course. “I will never go hungry again.”) Cherry red. Red-wine red.
(Oh, the wine-dark sea of Th…
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