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Understanding is questioning and colors of bold. Blues, reds, yellows and greens jump out of the page wanting me to  figure out what the missing puzzle pieces mean. Another minute passes by and a ball, the earth, a swirling sphere of rainbows, missing parts, that do not seem to want to fit together, looking as though they are about to explode, catches my eye. The color of the sun fills the corner of the page, a bright yellow, the hue of my mother's bedroom at our beach house in North Carolina, reminds me of my childhood, finally allowing me to understand the white.