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Color, vibrancy, complex design, but also simplicity. Print before cursive, walk before run, print onto a piece of paper as tangible, coherent evidence of just a fraction of the complex thoughts swirling around inside.
wake up. feel a surge of energy. become aware. get engaged. turn the wheels. forage a path. wake up. wake up. wakeup.
I think of tarnished in terms of a tainted person, or maybe a heart, but but whose light still mostly shines through.
This is a tough one.
Paperclips hold things together, but only when they feel like it. Things can slip away, especially from the middle of the stack. and nobody will even notice. The cover will appear just as polished as always, just as put-together. But lift up the cover and you'll find that a very, very essential element that somebody has worked so hard on and put so much time into, is missing.
pain.
my friends are optimism. they are deliberate happiness incarnate. they are viciously dedicated to joy, beauty, and observation.
The beach is my second home. I can go to many seashores, but for me there is only one beach. Hilton Head. That's where my family is. That's where Pappap is. It is always liberating to go. But this year, I am terrified. Who will be there this year?