Yellow-green

My favorite hostas are the variegated ones, with dark green and yellow-green leaves.

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Many opine that I am like a Red Indian. It started long ago when I lived in the Martianesque red-soil fields of Don José Heights in Quezon City in the Philippines. My cousins, my brother, and I had adventures in that wilderness. Tall yellow-green grasses that we called "talahib" grew in the red soil. Purple vines with heart-shaped leaves grew around the treed areas.

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It's the 10th of August of 2025, here on Lulu Island. Just before midnight, I eat a yellow-green apple, whilst reserving the salty sushi-chorizo rice with nori sheets and bitter-melon mung-bean soup in the refrigerator for my morning meal, later. These recent days have been uncomfortable for me due to a bad cold: How anachronistic for such blue-sky sunny days! At Tim Hortons café, I have been joking with Michael the ufologist about Trekker things such as the "Live Long and Prosper!" Vulcan greeting, the Romulan greeting "Jolan tru!" for "May your day be filled with peace!" and the Klingon greeting "nuqneH?" for "What do you want?" Michael liked The Original Series, but none of the new ones, unlike I. He watched also movies with Shatner and Nimoy. Michael doesn't read sci-fi, but pseudoscience about UFOs. He's like my other friend Bratislav who looks for reality in UFOs. I, on the other hand, accept that sci-fi is irreality for understanding reality. Sci-fi in various languages is what I read and watch. I'm still agnostic about UFOs.

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