These days I long for a splash of color and the sound of music.
Let me linger in passionate reds and brighten for cheerful yellows.
Let the bold trumpet and the playful flute banter together while I listen.
Let me paint, let the colors stain my hands,
and let me sing to the melody of love and of joy and of life until my voice grows hoarse.
Then they will say, “There is a woman who knows how to live,” but I will only know how to keep each little gift life gives me until I have a collection to rival kings. A collection of small things.

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