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It was octarine, the colour of magic, Northern Lights Iceland

The Sky, I Saw The Light, In The Middle, Over The, Northern Lights Iceland

It was octarine, the colour of magic. It was alive and glowing and vibrant and it was the undisputed pigment of the imagination, because wherever it appeared it was a sign that mere matter was a servant of the powers of the magical mind. It was enchantment itself. But Rincewind always thought it looked a sort of greenish-purple. Mother Nature, Mother Earth, Storms, The O’jays, The Sky, I Saw The Light, In The Middle, Over The, Northern Lights Iceland

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