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Playing with color in 100 words.
February was a month of contrast and surprises.
Unlike the white snowbound winters of Hutch’s childhood in Minnesota, winter in Bay City was splashes of brilliant color every day. Lashing rain and blustery cold went cheek and jowl with days of glorious sunshine. Hutch reveled in the beauty of the yellow orange daffodils and purple hyacinths on the windowsill, the green of new growth on his tree in the park, and the deep blue of Starsky’s eyes as he kissed Hutch by the red Torino.
“You forget your umbrella again?”
“Found my pot of gold under the rainbow,” Hutch whispered.
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