It was sunset last night, a lovely subtle blend of horizontal layers of pinks, mauves, blues, whites, creams, lavenders. The only phrase that hit my mind as I looked at it was "eggshell pink." There are no pink eggshells, of course. So there is no counterpart in reality. I don't know just why that seemed to fit. But Steve called right then, and he knew exactly what I meant.
Maybe that's why I love him.
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