Morning Kiss

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When I was a kid, I would experience color when I was touched. This experience disappeared long ago.  I thought it was gone forever.

A few weeks ago, my husband kissed me good morning – and I saw this. I ran immediately to my pastel case and began grabbing colors, sputtering all the while, “I’m sorry this hasn’t happened in years I don’t want to forget the colors I’m sorry I’m sorry.” It was really romantic.

Stephan is accustomed to being married to a mutant, however, and thought nothing of it. And he agrees that this piece is beautiful and was worth the awkwardness.

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