Growing up I was a quilter. Walking into rooms like this one would seriously make my heart beat faster. These days my medium has changed. Now my heart beat rises when I walk into a room like this, full of MARKERS. Same sensation, different tool.
Giving thanks.
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This year I am thankful for all of my friends who have stuck with me over
the last three years. Next year is going to be "my year". When I finally
heed eve...
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