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Working at the same time on the sky, water, branches, base, keeps everything going on an equal footing, do not be afraid to put color, draw generously and decisively, as this is the best so as not to lose the first impression.

And who, I wonder, is going to write to you [Harry]? Uncle Vernon snorted contemptuously as he opened the letter and glanced at it. His red face suddenly turned green, and faster than the colors change at the traffic lights. But the matter did not end there. After a few seconds, his face turned grayish-white, like dried oatmeal.

Changed colors.

All the colors and contrasts of her life seemed to be reflected there, in foreign heavens.

Are you God or Satan? Are you angel or Siren?
Not all the same: only you, Queen Beauty,
You free the world from painful captivity,
Send incense and sounds and colors!

- Wouldn't you risk your dick? I asked jokingly. - By the way, I heard how this part of your body is sometimes called Peter. And the Yankees for some reason known only to them - Dick. Once I called one patient who teased me all the time, Clever Dick, so the poor fellow's stitches almost parted from laughter.

Now he had complete control of his feelings. They were even unusually acute and susceptible. The terrible shock suffered by his body so intensified and refined them that they noted what had previously been inaccessible to them. He could feel the ripples in his face and take turns discerning the sound of each push of water. He looked at the wooded shore, saw separately every tree, every leaf and veins on it, all down to the insects in the foliage - cicadas, flies with shiny backs, gray spiders stretching their web from branch to branch. He saw all the colors of the rainbow in the dew droplets on millions of blades of grass. The buzzing of a midge dancing over the whirlpools, the fluttering of dragonflies' wings, the blows of the paws of a floating beetle that looked like a boat raised by oars - all this was intelligible music. The fish slid at his very eyes, and he heard the sound of water dissected by it.

By no means always the palette of the world is painted in rainbow colors, if there is inner emptiness in it ...

- We are riding in a carriage drawn by four horses, and the governor meets us with a golden key, like Pinocchio.

Her thoughts, his thoughts in a single imagination.

Spring sadness!
At twenty-five I fell in love for the first time
white plum color,
about which in the years of the past
never thought so gently...

at night the only time is the luxury and glitter of lights

The color of the car can be any, provided that it is black.

All cool shades of light green make your face sore. And despite the fact that sites, fashion magazines, and bloggers will advertise this particular shade throughout the year 2021, it never benefits any woman's face.