Just how much can a single color possibly foster the richness of diversity and
the blessings that it brings? How can this single color and sameness possibly
lead to anything but a state of “nobody-ness,” let alone provide identity?
When defining its identity, that is why Turkey simply cannot do without its colors.
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Turkey should be a work of an ebru, with all the colors blending together, but
at the same time, each being able to radiate its own light. A work of an ebru
that calls the colors into being without melting them in a single crucible, or
confining each piece to the place it sees fit; an ebru in which each color can
roam freely, and which is formed of the traces that the colors leave as they
carve out their paths. For Turkey’s colors are those of the many-hued ebru.
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