watercolor mornings
when a friend comes up with a perfect plan to curate
and another finds a revelating new title for everything you do
watercolor days
when the sky is leaded gray laden with soppy clouds and blots and drips
makes pinks and purples and yellows and reds and greens pop through the radiating sorrow
the sadness that comforts, the bright spots that energize
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