She arranged the six squares of construction paper--red, blue, and yellow on the top row, green, purple, and orange on the bottom. In a Modrian-esque way, she then selected smaller squares of tissue paper in colors that mimicked the construction paper blocks.
The other four-year-olds left the table, one by one, as if retreating from the ark. They found legos and kitchen sets and toy cars.
She undid some of her work in order to glue it down, every decision made after contemplation.
After that came the streamers--not dumped or thrown, not amassed like a shimmering mountain as the other children had applied their goodies. Her silvery streamers, each with hints of different colors, she smoothed, twisted, and swirled just so.
"Do you want glitter?" I asked. (Actually, Kim, the teacher I assisted in the Sunday school class may have asked her this.)
She considered her piece. "No, thank you." Then she signed her name.
A masterpiece.








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