I unwrapped all of their crayons so they could blend fat hazy vibrant blotches or push precise marks across newsprint pinned to an easel. I put water color paint there too - in spray bottles - next to thick strolling tempra filled cups & wide thick bristled brushes so every mark could be made with the full body. The least of these masterpieces we shredded into homemade confetti. Glued them on milk cartons over the faces of children America cares more about than us. Called them Spirit Towers. Sometimes they affixed pipe cleaner arms, ribbon, or buttons. A coloring book was their first demonstration. They ignored the demanding dense black lines. It made a grown up quite cross. But, well, I smiled, all shades of transcendence are welcome in our world, Wouldn’t you agree how important it is for children to learn?
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