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[chokingonindie]

Only the foolish, blinded by language's conventions, think of fire as red, or gold.
Fire is blue at its melancholy rim, green in its envious heart.
It may burn white, or even, in its greatest rages, black.

http://www.theblurb.com.au/Issue54/TellingTales.htm {Salman Rushdie’s "The Firebird's Nest"}