I See
Sep 30th, 2015 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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I paint you by numbers, capture your features one by oneā¦ from the fair Irish skin; to the coal-black hair; to the rich, ruby lips; and the fiery-, emerald-green eyes.
I reach for the palette of paint and thrust my brush like a mop into a bucket and swish it around. The color washes your face with only shades of grey. The numbers on the canvas do not add up. I am left only with a monotone portrait of shadow and sadness.
Betrayed, my grip clenches. I see, I know your colors. I see, I know your lack of them.
From Guest Contributor Keith Hoerner
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