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Black isn’t colorless,
but the absorption of all colors; it’s the rainbow bound in the space separating atoms of pure light. Black isn’t a lack of desire, but the inclusion of all yearning in the raven locks of the beloved. Black isn’t total darkness, but the midnight sky glistening with the bright glory of distant stars.
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