There was once a boy who lived in a dark city. When his eyes could no longer bear the sight of his grey surroundings he set off to color the stone skin of the town. On every steel chain and iron barricade he gently wrapped brightly colored yarn around the rough and cold material, until on every street, in every corner of the city, there was a small fire of life, like a flower in Guernica.
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