When I was a little girl my father, an artist, would ask “What color are the clouds?” I would say “white” and he would smile. This went on for years and I remember thinking how silly it was. The clouds were obviously white! I thought of it as our little endearing game.

When I was about 10 years-old, my father asked the usual question and I gave the usual answer. This time he asked me to look closer. I did. He asked if I could see any other colors. I saw a bit of gold and maybe a…

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