Whenever I hear anyone mention the color peach, I cringe. I think of my oversized mock turtleneck t-shirt with giant shoulder pads I wore in the 1980s. That, along with my peach and white polished cotton print pencil skirt that I actually wore with Reebok velcro high tops. I know, the fashion Gods did not smile upon me in those days. So alas, I judge Peach. It is not something I am proud of, but it's true. Then I remember there are exceptions to everything. Even Peach.
Varenna
Roman Sky
Maybe I've been a bit too hard on Peach.
The truth dazzles gradually,
or else the world would be blind.
~Emily Dickinson
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