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“And Carly — you’re blue.” I looked up from my cheesy pasta to see Clara pointing at me from across the dining hall table. “‘C’, of course, is pink, but you are definitely blue.”

My pasta was delicious, but it was no longer the most interesting part of my lunch experience. Clara continued to go around the table, assigning a color to each person. She then explained that it wasn’t just people. Her mind tinted nearly every word she encountered, often by its first letter. …

Carly Wanna

Just a Yale student writing her final paper.

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