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colors are beautiful
Did I ever mention how poetic my 
sister is?
White:
pure virgin winter landscape, icy fingers of wind lifting the wisps of hair around the face. the pristine whiteness provides a cruel contrast against the naked leafless tree. Aloof it holds itself, until...three small children with bright red scarves...
Yellow:
golden light embodied in the tiny essence of an autumn leaf. the skies lowering overhead do not darken it's brilliance, but intensify it until one believes there must be an inner source
Orange:
the produce dept. at the grocery store, oranges piled high-- I weigh them tentitively in my hand-- imagining juice trickling down my chin and fingers
Red:
the Tupperware tumbler that Heather and Forrest fought over
Maroon:
sheets hanging to dry in my kitchen, freshening the air with their clean scent, dividing the room and adding mystery to my life
Pink:
the softness of precious baby-skin.. so touchable.. like a whispered lullaby embodied.. held next to my cheek, scented and warm
Purple:
Mom
Plum:
that color we always looked for in the coloring crayons-- not "violet-blue" or "blue-violet" or "violet" but PLUM
Blue:
my Goodman's favorite color
Teal:
"the color of gangrene"
Green:
living, undulating fields of young barley, catching the light and sifting it through their fragile stems like stained glass-- new life, resurrection
Brown:
earthy woodsy aroma, swirling around our campsite, snuggled in jackets around a roaring campfire, anticipation of s'mores
Tan:
Nevada
Grey:
magnificent arches, flying buttresses, ancient steps, stone cathedrals standing the test of time, framing glorious kaleidoscope windows-- central bastion of the town
Black:
"where there's smoke, there's toast"
sister is? White:
pure virgin winter landscape, icy fingers of wind lifting the wisps of hair around the face. the pristine whiteness provides a cruel contrast against the naked leafless tree. Aloof it holds itself, until...three small children with bright red scarves...
Yellow:
golden light embodied in the tiny essence of an autumn leaf. the skies lowering overhead do not darken it's brilliance, but intensify it until one believes there must be an inner source
Orange:
the produce dept. at the grocery store, oranges piled high-- I weigh them tentitively in my hand-- imagining juice trickling down my chin and fingers
Red:
the Tupperware tumbler that Heather and Forrest fought over
Maroon:
sheets hanging to dry in my kitchen, freshening the air with their clean scent, dividing the room and adding mystery to my life
Pink:
the softness of precious baby-skin.. so touchable.. like a whispered lullaby embodied.. held next to my cheek, scented and warm
Purple:
Mom
Plum:
that color we always looked for in the coloring crayons-- not "violet-blue" or "blue-violet" or "violet" but PLUM
Blue:
my Goodman's favorite color
Teal:
"the color of gangrene"
Green:
living, undulating fields of young barley, catching the light and sifting it through their fragile stems like stained glass-- new life, resurrection
Brown:
earthy woodsy aroma, swirling around our campsite, snuggled in jackets around a roaring campfire, anticipation of s'mores
Tan:
Nevada
Grey:
magnificent arches, flying buttresses, ancient steps, stone cathedrals standing the test of time, framing glorious kaleidoscope windows-- central bastion of the town
Black:
"where there's smoke, there's toast"