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Apr 2014
Pure as snow
or
a unpainted rose
but
colors that commingle within
like
anything else
because
nothing is just as it seems.

No
not just white
look
with open eyes
look
on the edge
and
in the middle
see
the warm Easter yellow
that
draws blind eyes in
look
towards the end
or
bottom of
see
the light inviting gray
that
brings outs the depth, definition, and shape.

Pieces of art
hung above
in a gallery
titled
Troposphere.
Jessica Pfeiffer
Written by
Jessica Pfeiffer
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