Written 29th September, 2026
Red needed to change. Instead of stop being its sign, it would rather spend time in the straw with berry. Instead of rushing to fire in a truck, to feel a heart that beat or smell a rose in bud. Red made new rules: Traffic would need new lights. A fire could use a fly to light its house. A lady could free a bird from its cage. Perhaps Red should pack his suit in a case and go where being lucky need not be explained.
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