A year, I know, but you didn't miss much. I spent time being a serious senior, being a summer fling, being self centered, being sacrificial.
I danced and wrote and dawdled and dreaded and splashed ink across giant drawings on my floor.
Now all I have to show is a stack of papers. printed, colored, penciled, other-sized.
not too bad really.
and guess what...
I have moving on the mind.
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