The pink ball swings more under lights, but its colour fades by the 40th over, making it harder to pick up at dusk. The red ball holds its shine longer, but it gathers a leathery heaviness. Yet I'll take the red ball's honest wear over the pink one's trick of vanishing against a twilight sky. I've learned to read what wears and what disappears—watching my own indigo vats lose their depth in the evening light, while the rust-red dyes hold fast until the last.
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