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Miss Reed was a spectacular teacher. During one of our after-class conversations, she said she was buying a car. When I asked her what color the car would be, she replied, “No color.” That stuck with me. What color was no color?

A few months later, I saw her driving by in her new car. Beautiful lines and the three-dimensionality she so cherished. The car was silvery-gray, the color of the metal itself. It was no color.