Love, the old poets said, is a colour you cannot name until you have lived inside it.
Seven of us gathered, each holding a different shade of that strange and stubborn light. A red as loud as a first heartbreak. A violet as quiet as a long marriage.
What you are about to read is not one story. It is a rainbow stretched across a thousand small moments — and somewhere inside it, one of these colours will already feel like yours.
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