“Eddie, tell me the names for blue, All the ones you know. “Sky blue. Navy blue,” he says. “Baby blue.”   (….) “Indamine. Aquamarine. Thunderstorm blue. Quilted blue.  Listening blue,” Meg says. This is from the opening of my novella, Missing Meg. I thought of it  yesterday morning on a walk here in Idyllwild, in the San […]

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