'Tis not so easy to peer into one's own... but I may.
[he doesn't say what it might be, though. that much seems to be for him alone.]
...I imagine yours to be verdant, tinged with grey; muted, but no less striking for it. An evenness without becoming completely colorless, its deep shade a reminder there is more than merely the surface.
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[he doesn't say what it might be, though. that much seems to be for him alone.]
...I imagine yours to be verdant, tinged with grey; muted, but no less striking for it. An evenness without becoming completely colorless, its deep shade a reminder there is more than merely the surface.
One builds certain associations, over the ages.
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He had not asked, but wondered, and is momentarily caught off-guard by the detail of the answer granted to him.
Eventually he will smile a little to himself]
I would not doubt that you are correct.
... If I do not disappear immediately when our time here is finished, you may check if you like.