“Red, the color of passion, fashioned by God’s heart when he imagined you and I to be, the hue of the flame Prometheus stole from the gods so we may, stand in awe of that which is a reflection of the suns mighty rays, capturing the dancing marvel, turning any night into day, feeding it oil, wax and wick, it burns and makes change. It sits and watches the lovers at dinner, it gleams at the alter peering into the kneeling sinner, it vanishes at the command of the child’s birthday wish and bids us farewell after loving making, embracing with passionate kiss.” – Ricardo Hanley Jr.


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