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a world of colours - a.k. short story

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"We see the world with so much colour, so much vibrance. Isn't that special?"



Synesthesia short story


[DISCLAIMER: Lilac's synesthesia is based on my own, and does not reflect how other people experience theirs !!]All Rights Reserved

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