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Remember green
The Dime
I can remember choosing green over red, rain over sunshine, the way through the woods over the paved highway. But holding each moment up to the light, it becomes difficult to distinguish a defining decision from my true nature rising through the clutter and chaos of that particular instance. When childhood squabbles over player red proved too much, did I change to green to escape the conflict, and convinced myself from then on that it was my favorite color? Or was desiring red based on something different, and in fleeing the conflict, I returned to that which I knew held my heart anyway?

Did I teach myself to love green, or did I suppress it and then remember? Does the distinction matter? Would I know if I continued to lie to myself?