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"
Is
that
even
a
taste
?
The
place
I
grew
up
was
hopelessly
empty
.
We
didn
’
t
have
any
oceans
,
though
.
The
sky
out
here
is
-
it
’
s
so
brilliant
,
"
she
said
,
her
head
tilted
back
.
"
You
like
it
?
The
sky
?
"
"
Not
the
sky
so
much
as
the
color
of
it
.
That
shimmering
blue
.
"
"
Then
why
’
s
your
Jacket
red
?
"
A
few
moments
of
silence
passed
between
us
before
she
spoke
again
.
"
The
sky
in
Pittsfield
is
so
washed
out
.
Like
the
color
of
water
after
you
’
ve
rinsed
out
a
paintbrush
with
blue
paint
in
it
.
Like
all
the
water
in
the
ground
rushed
up
in
the
sky
and
thinned
it
.
"
I
gazed
at
Rita
.
She
looked
back
at
me
,
rich
brown
eyes
staring
into
mine
.
"
Sorry
.
Forget
I
said
that
,
"
she
said
.
"
How
come
?
"
"
It
wasn
’
t
a
very
Rita
Vrataski
thing
to
say
.
"
"
I
don
’
t
know
about
that
.
"
