If you think about it, since world is light, it’s never the colour what you’ll remember, but the precious warmth, the variegated shapes and more than ever the beauty it has illuminated.Similarly, Shakespeare was not a colour, but billions, as many as may melt in the same tale, in one page, in a single magic verse, who sees words, just oceans of words, when all are looking at something else.
You might call them writers...
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