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You open your National Geographic, and all of Earth's colors spill out, into a swirling pool you will never comprehend.  And you look down, and see India and the Amazon and your Own Backyard. And you see grim men and women and children, some of them are starving, and some of them are not.  There are bright pictures of parrots and photographs of dimly lit coal mines with shinning faces in the darkness and they are all in a million hues you will never see.  You sit and you read.
I will open my window and look around.

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