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I'm not sure I can describe the visceral reaction that some have to color to one who simply, through no fault of his own, does not.  It's an electric reaction, a burst really, that I feel as the color, the color, the color comes in through my eyes, saturates my brain and lights in my chest like a firework. "Yes." The strength of the 'Y' and the linger of the 'S' - in thought or in word - igniting the thrill of beginning.

Again, Benjamin Moore Galapagos Turquoise, which, with any luck and holiday sanity, will grace the walls of my powder room soon.

PS - reposting because of image errors; forgive me if you've seen this twice.