"I was born blind and brown in a den outside Patch. My mother slept through my birth as was the custom at the time."
Those two sentences are my life until I die. I believe in Bernie and the stories he needs to tell. I also believe in Patch, a new idea uniting random directions.
I'm happy, except record heat and no air conditioning limits laptop time to minutes. The good news? I write, draw, and think without it. Even the keys are hot now.
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