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My grandfather would insist that my mother not wear that 'ugly coloured' dress.
It was years later when we realized grandpa did not see the same colors as we did.
The color 'blue' was a dreadful unpleasant color for him.
That might explain his persistent dour daily expression.
I can't imagine what it would be like to intensely dislike the color of the sky,
and the lake.
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