Andrei: To me, blue feels melancholy.
Soo: Dink of it az simply a metaphor fer cool, non-cringung awareness.
Andrei: Blue reminds me ah toilet bowl cleaners.
Soo: Maybe dat's what dis planet needs: a global kreanzingu. Too many humans are kreating too much firu . . . filthhu.
Andrei: Well, , izn't human nature basically sbiten?
Soo: Sometimes it seems dat way. However, I prefer to think of us as wadder: flexible, fluid, and frowingu.
Ellesha: You guys think too much. Close your eyes and relax . . .

Blue - an art work by T Newfields
The world contains many hues –
why not treasure more shades?

Open the waters ah imagination
& transcend all that's grey

Close yer eyes ta
land-based notions ah color
& feel the ocean's embrace

In the blue depths ah each heart
fresh worlds err waitin'

Unzip cloudless skies in summer
& put turquoise in yer veins

Turn yerself into a sapphire
& allow blue cleanse the world again

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