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May 10, 2005

100Mornings-42

My daughter Amanda came home late last night after her shift at the vet clinic. She found my two pastels lying on the reporter's notebook next to my chair. Kneeling she began quietly working with the two colors, blending them with her fingers creating new colors from the two. I watched, but could not make out what she was drawing. "I've got more colors over here," I offered.

"That's ok," she said. Abruptly she was done, dropping her sunset into my lap. It was a multitude of different colors. When I looked back to her, she was already gone.