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I Would Love To Travel Around The World Working For A Travel Company Taking Students Abroad On Cultural Immersion Trips.

A Single Note, Held In An Amber Suspension Of Time, Like A Charcoal Drawing Of Icarus Falling. It Was Sad And Fierce All At Once, Alive With A Lonely Purity. It Went On And On, Until My Own Lungs Were Burning. “what Bird Are You Calling?” I Asked Finally, When I Couldn’t Stand It Any Longer. The Bird Man Stopped Whistling. He Grinned, So That I Could See All His Pebbly Teeth. “you.

If You're Short On Time, That Would Be The Two-word Version Of Our Story: We Fell.

You Small Mortals Don't Realize The Power Of Your Stories.

It Remains Unbelievable To Me That I Have Any Readers Beyond My Own Blood Relations - It's A Crazy, Wild Gift.