![]() des692: My dad delivered a box to me a few years ago. "I thought you might want to have these," he said. The box contained some dog-eared high school photos, some crayon drawings of lollipop trees and square houses, complete with tilting chimneys... and lots and lots of writing. My writing. There were poems and stories and essays going all the way back to the first grade. I can't remember a time when I wasn't "a writer." |
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