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For some reason that no one
understands, both my sister and I had a fascination with the color pink,
specifically hot pink. I can remember even when we were little kids we fought
over the hot pink crayon when we were coloring together.
As we celebrated my sister’s life
this past weekend, and we saw the many pictures of Meg over the years, she
could be picked out easily in each photo since she was always wearing this
particularly vivid color. Whenever I see hot pink, it reminds me of her and how
talented she was. Meg was uniquely creative, quietly magnificent, and is missed tremendously by all who knew her.
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