Excerpt
At Some Point
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. In winter, spectacular gusts of pink and violet snow would waltz upwards, through the trees and the rooftops, all the way up to the stars; spring brought the crashing of leaves into the shore, every last leaf painted with a unique shade of gold or crimson or peach; summer would announce itself as it always did: flocks of merry tourists, everyone from here to London squeezed on that same strip of lilac sand; and every autumn, without fail, those vividly coloured leaves would retreat, disappearing into the mist of our great, wine-red ocean. At some point, someone must have betrayed William, because he could not see any of this. All he saw was grey.
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