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her grandmother and they
both started the hiking.
Right after taking their
first steps, her grandmother
asked, “What color is Joy?”.
Aletheia stared at the
mountain. It was early in the
morning, the air was cold
and the mountain was
covered by dense white
dew; besides, as the sun was
still low, the shadow of
Sadness swallowed the
