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Gabriella Albareda
and the blue sunburnt church instilled faith, I could not hold through. When I saw the cardinal, he brought
me hope and joy along with the power of the bright red, I knew it was him.
As I retuned home, the red tones followed me. The stop lights and stop signs, the red birds and red
flames, the painted sky setting onto the white snow. The purity of the snow was now colored in by the red
glow of the sky as it glimmered. My father had always called this the illusion of life itself in nature. The
sunset represented wildfires setting in our lives as the moon rose anew representing a new start since every
night more and more of the circle was filled. The moon never rose they same nor did us as people. Every-
day, we never know what signs are awaiting, he was the man in red.
