On this 2nd day of March I state, I found a pencil, a mechanical pencil, with which I am writing these words for the very first time, It has little led so excuse me if I stop writing in the middle of a sentence.
All this small talk to get to the "Beef" of the conversation:
I may not take pictures of all the experiences shaping my life, but somethings are better left unmentioned, untouched, for their beauty is in their privacy. Their fragility protected only with memory.
Two minutes the proctor indicates, Two minutes until I board the train and have the greatest adventure of the day. [Looking back, Boy, was that one wild ride] <3 <3 <3
Of all nations, race, and language, breathing the same air, riding the same seats, and holding the same cover to our lives, our setting and place: Phoenix, Arizona.
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