have spent the past few weeks or so, immersed
during our late night conversation we took turns to talk about what we are thankful for, a consistent sort of closure for everyday - in recounting my thanksgiving i realise that these different art forms are not lonely at all, and unknowingly i receive so much more than i can ever give.
last night a friend read aloud a growing repertoire of six word stories.
tonight i am collecting memories written in five bullet points. (they are all special and brilliant.)
tomorrow i will give five friends typewritten, homemade things : ) and then after school, continue working on another work-in-progress with 20 wonderful humans, discovering new vocabularies through our bodies.
never want to tire of the things i love : ) we are all His art
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