That blue was the color of the sky when I wore cutoff jeans and a homemade shirt, when cut grass stuck to my toes, and when the sidewalk burned my feet.⁣
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That blue was the color of bottles that filled the windows of the store downtown, where books were stacked to the ceiling, and where mannequins guarded the attic.⁣
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That blue was the color of Grandmama’s eyes, the one who sang about Peter Cottontail, and the one who rocked me slow until I fell asleep.⁣