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This item was written for the "15 for 15 Contest --- Starts June 6"
 contest where participants are given a photograph and can write about it for 15 minutes only.Today's picture showed a Chinese Temple with stone guards. To see the picture, visit the contest forum linked above. Look for "Past Image Prompts" beneath the current prompt photo, and click on "June 3" - Temple. Joey gazed about, taking in the scene that lay before him, concentrating on each and every facet. The brightness of the colors was exquisite; the vibrant red of the walls contrasting with the gold-trimmed architectural details. The lanterns were just as he had imagined: translucent with painted details in cool green and ochre. All of the brilliant hues made the drab, carved statues at the entryways stand out in rich texture and detail. The boy held his breath as he reached out and touched the latticework screens, each slat precisely placed in perfect pattern. The crimson fringe tassels hanging from the light fixtures swayed in the breeze. "Finished?" asked Joey's mother from the doorway. Joey reached down and gave one wheel of his chair a spin, turning himself toward the door. "Wow, Joe," she exclaimed, "this is the most beautiful model yet!" "Thanks Mom, but it's only paint and wood and glue and polymer clay." "But it's breathtaking; like actually being there. You've captured everything that was in the photos; it's all here in your work." Joey blushed with pride at his mother's words of praise. He turned his wheelchair back toward the table and looked at his work again. "Mom, the next time you go to the hobby store, will you look for a light kit? I would love to see the lanterns lit in the courtyard at night. It has to be beautiful. Can you imagine the shadows it would create with the intricate lattice screens?" "I'm sure it's amazing, Joey." She knew how much Joey dreamed of traveling. "Let's get ready and go to the hobby store right now, together. You can find the light kit you want and we can get supplies for your next project while we're there. It will do you good to get out in the fresh air. We'll stop at the library while we're out." Joey's smile said it all. "I love you, Mom. Will you put this model on the shelf with the others before we go? I'd hate for Snowflake to jump up on my table and smash it." Joey's mom picked up the model and carefully slid it onto the shelf between the Taj Mahal and St. Basil's Basilica. "Someday, you will visit all of these wonderful places," she reassured him, patting his hand and swallowing back her tears. "I'd like to, Mom," Joey replied, adjusting his oxygen tube. "For now I have my books." "And these fabulous models," she finished, planting a kiss atop his head.
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