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Saturday Mornings

We often met for coffee on Saturday mornings. Sometimes planned and sometimes he would just show up. Either way, I pretty much always made time for him. He was my beloved brother, friend and sometime ago, business partner. We shared a deep connection, and often deep conversations.

He would love the blue cup that I fondly named "Saturday Mornings" for him, in memory of, or maybe a quiet sort of celebration of some of our time together. I painted it late one evening in early explanation needed for the mood at that time. I was thinking about how I love watercolors, how their imperfections are often beautiful. Imperfect and beautiful. "Saturday Mornings" is the first painting I shared and gifted to a sweet friend.

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