Reflection on Magenta

A shaft of sunlight hits the cut crystal of the chandelier. It refracts into a rainbow of dots of color around the room: red, magenta, orange, yellow, and so on through the far end of the deep violets: thousands of little shards of the spectrum flood the floor, walls and ceiling.
“Look at me!” said the magenta. “Here I am, the sunlight!”

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