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Remembering my sister’s eyes. Mitsi left us this week, not happy but bitter from many life disappointments. I had just started working on this painting when I got the bad news. I took a long pause, and when I started again two days later, I could see this in her eyes, swirling layers of grey and green and sparks of gold, just like our father’s. Mitsi’s eyes reflect how the past lingers just beneath the surface, looking at the present with a smile of grace.