I am the wood frame, the bundle of ox hair, and the creative spark… my value unhangable.
—Marina Leigh
I meet them in this stadium, strangers at opposing desks until I wave my red flag.
Boredom looms over the liveliest lessons, seeking to destroy.
I miss those times when I hadn’t a clue.
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