I hung a swing from a tree branch in my back yard for my 5-year-old daughter. On weekends we go out back together and I bring my lawn chair and she brings her baby dolls to converse with. She contently plays with her babies on the swing and I sit and bask in the sun. I’m always fascinated by looking straight up under the tree. The leaves and
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So I heard from an old friend who said hey, I made it I'm famous and all that jazz. So here I sat in my hum drum life looking at the dust collected on my paint brushes and easels and writings and said, what in the hell am I doing
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