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Mar 2015
We cannot begin
to fathom
the hues of life,
painting an image
with only a fraction
of the possibilities
and capabilities.

We settle
for only
the tubes I have
to create something
beautiful in its own light,
but just
not quite

rite.
Anneke
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Anneke
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     Maura and rjr
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