But if I step out in the morning, and I go to the market, and I say – hey, there are still greens to be had...
(I buy the brussel sprouts)
And If, on my way down Bascom Hill I note that the grass is no more no less green than it had been this summer...
...there wont be a doubt that we’re talking about green the color. There is still some of that left. Not for long, but it’s still there.
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