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A note from LoveLetterist:

Sometimes...

Urania's

desire

for

everything

to make sense,

leaves

no

room

for

wonder.

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A life lived in shades of grey? My great-great grandfather was completely color blind. I think he both wanted to see colors while he also did not want to appear so. “Window Shopping” (not heading to the Pella dealer) was entertainment on Saturday nights. Drive to town, park on Main Street, then begin a slow walking perusal of goods in the stores’ windows. At a clothing store he would comment to his wife by his side, “Ain’t that a purty red dress!” Imagination.

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:)

Can you imagine the size of Helen Keller’s imagination? To embrace life as she did with the limitations she had?

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Having come to know a bit about Nia’s precision criticism, I can almost see her painting with a scalpel! As usual, Tal calls it like she sees it. Perhaps harshly?

Today I’ll strive to wear the Einstein/ Twain hat you so generously proffered.

🙏🏽

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Feb 12·edited Feb 12Author

It wasn’t the precision that had Nia pondering…

She couldn’t understand why Henny was standing on a cliff while girl knelt, holding balloons on the grass? In water? She is conceptually challenged by the image.

I continue to learn that a little harshness can save a lotta fumbling.

Remember that I am the yin to Goggins yang? Some folks respond to Yang. Even Nia.

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