There's an art to packing for one week with only one backpack and the overbearing urge to stuff it with sketchbook, pencils, charcoal, camera, journal, black ink pens, book, glue, and Sharpie's
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I was supposed to go home today - traveling to and from Vermont is a syncronized journey composed of planes and buses and taxis, but the first step in the line, my incompetent taxi driver was late picking me up, which was all the time we needed to decide that I could stay the rest of the week and just leave for Tennessee with him by bus
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