She's A Rainbow | The Only Neutral
She briskly shakes off the sand, she considers the only neutral surrounding her. White.The whites in the points of the sky, the whites of her eyes, the white fringe on her trousers. She stretches a barren glance back at the dusty revolt and wishes for a softer, more demure hour. With only a flutter, she has whisked herself out of the blazed sun into a stretched out daydream. After all, she’s a rainbow.