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  • When she was young she liked to paint. She drew pictures in pen and ink, pencil. Put herself on paper and found comfort in her portrait there. She learned joy, expression. While all other efforts sheltered the pride and the strength that was hers. So it was in her and it was real, but without a love it wasn't known. It wasn't shared.

    So she loved first art. And then she loved us.

    And it was ever the art that showed us, she loved herself some, too.
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