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His eyes were not the blue of his mother’s
or of his father’s
Not the blue of the January sky at dusk
or of the sky reflected in the snow bank
Not the blue of Lake Michigan near Sleeping Bear
or of the cave-fed swimming hole in Tennessee
Not the blue at the heart of a bonfire
or of a gas stove’s flame
His eyes were not the blue of an indigo bunting
or of the morning glory by the porch
or of his dog’s collar
or of his coffee mug
Zoom in
Select the pixels from his picture
Search for a match on the palette
The color does not exist
He took it with him when he left
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He took it with him when he left.
Great way to summarize and inform…
Spot color! You have given us so many blues today. I want to go to Sleeping Bear. Everyone tells me that I have never seen a blue so blue.