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- noun a neutral achromatic color midway between while and black.
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- noun The state or quality of being
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- noun a neutral achromatic color midway between white and black
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When the storm rolls in, just sit down with someone you love, and watch, and think about how beautiful the sky and water can be, when they go dark, and about how that darkness, that rolling greyness, is always only fleeting.
Thus also the liquid nutriment in the hair decays because it is not concocted, and what is called greyness results.
"But I still find the greyness which is mainly the non-backlitness of the Kindle inferior to my iPhone."
And I recalled how people I knew who toured the Soviet bloc were more likely to sadly describe the "greyness" of communist life than the machine guns at the border.
Althouse: "But I still find the greyness which is mainly the non-backlitness of the Kindle inferior to my iPhone."
As we turned down the dial on the need for the embellishments which society says is the proper way to have a good time in life, we faced together the greyness which is part of entering an independent search for the esthetics of living.
A Renegade Psychiatrist's Story Rosenfels, Paul 1979
The view up and down the quays has the cool, neutral tone of colour that one finds so often in French water-side places -- the bright greyness which is the tone of French landscape art.
A Little Tour of France Henry James 1879
It described the arrangements as "inadequate", cited "evidence of a low level of compliance" and said there was "a degree of uncertainty or 'greyness' around the rules."
We as part of the executive have constantly struggled as their is a significant blurring "greyness" around who pays for what, "the commenter said.
Atop a steep hungry hill, from where my house in greyness sits, under a fading morning mist, I waited for a bus, watching drivers shine in the mounting oven-hot sun; their cars disappearing over the wavering ridge of road.
Carolina Grüber: II Ivan R. 2011