by | January 20, 2019

This is where I was in 1970. This is who I was in 1970. So many spiral notepads so little time. To find myself. To wonder where boundaries are. As a sixteen year old I thought self-expression was a moving target. And that no one should know who you really are. It’s remained part of the code. The why of it all. Let wonder never end.

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