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An artist's canvas is born bare,
life fills it with memorable pain and remarkable peaks. Between our first breath to our last here on Earth. Every color in God's paintbox is used. The day we fell in love virgin feelings were a delicate shade of pink, lovely hues mixed from passionate blushes, quivering scarlet heartstrings, a hue of blues. The pigments of all kinds of love are mingled with caring, kindness and sharing. Friends are warm colors of Autumn. Families mix the palette into unusual blends. Then that special bright splash of colors for when children come along. They make the sunny days vivid yellow then cherry red changes to fire engine hot. The canvas carried gray shades when rain stayed awhile. Pockets were empty, nary a smile, lasting briefly till the sun broke through. An abense of life was black to signal lives end. But as that last breath is drawn, a brand new canvas of white is ready to begin all over again. For all the seasons of our life, beginnings, endings, in-between. All can be painted in different hues, lightness, effects, a virtual rainbow colors your stay on this Earth.
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