The music is Blues, reminding her where she is lost.
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She comes to the room, sits on a blue stool next to a so-called bar and gazes with blue eyes at the blue Hawaiian cocktail. The room is lit by blue lamps. She curses: damn it, even the walls are blue.
A ROOM FOR A DECENT BURIAL OF MEMORIES BY MARTIN FOROZ
34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 80
She comes to the room, sits on a blue stool next to a so-called bar an…