Hunger is a shy, sad color, that most of us choose not to see. It is shameful and shouldn’t be; it’s a head down, shoulders slumped kind of color, powerless and life consuming for those unfortunate enough to live with it. The color is that of wet coffee, with the texture of thousands of tiny grounds, gritty and collectively overwhelming. It is damp color; not a wet color. It isn’t night - but it isn’t day either. It isn’t the beautiful fall leaves - but the moist, bug bearing soil beneath those leaves and the chill in your bones that won’t go away. This is the color of hunger.
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