Learning
Learning Summer, and in my mind,
I notice no transition,
So close, she stayed,
So warm, she felt,
And then, my soul,
it sat to melt. - Z.H.
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I'm just a highschooler in Alabama. Take part in relishing with me, my attempts at becoming a polymath. I write, draw, take photos, and create crafts out of can tabs, but most miraculously, I can maintain a social life... (Kinda) Enjoy my works! Please leave comments!
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