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Summary: He likes the colors.
In Sand, there wasn't much color. Everything was made from sand, and so everything was the same pale, bleached yellow: the ground, the buildings, and everyone tended to wear tan clothes.
When he was in Leaf, he saw roses once. In the green, green country, he looked at the roses for an hour and twenty-three minutes
no one much cared what he did at midnight
The flower shop sold roses, too. He liked the way they were kept, cluttered in bunches going every which way, in bundles of pink and red and white.
Sand didn't have any roses like that.