but it was the colour and the light of the place that made me stay there, not my fever. it became a calm week. it was the colour and the light. the colour a grey with remnants of brown - for instance those rust brown pipes and metal objects that before had held bridles or pails, that slid to machine uses; the thirty or so grey cans in one corner of the room, their ellipses, from where i sat, setting up patterns in the dark.
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