Summed up well by Ada Limon's poem "The Endlessness," in which she writes, "Even / color was not color, but a mood...How was I supposed to feel then? About / moving in the world?...I was not, or I did not think I was, making / up stories; it was how the world was, or rather it is how / the world is. I’ve only now become better at pretending / that there are edges, boundaries, that if I touch / something it cannot always touch me back."

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Japanese watercolors on cotton postcards.