Marilyn Lane
One day, I'll rent a loft in Manhattan, the clothes in my closet will be organized by decade, and my wall paper will look like a Chip Kidd book jacket. I'll sit by the window, sipping hot coffee, view of the part naturally included, writing whatever it is that you're reading.
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High School Student, for now.Interests
writing, art, theatrical commentary, literature, music, philosophy, musing, travel, photography, poetry, the arts.Motto
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And Despair Crept in ShadowsI am convinced that we are called to share grief. To ventilate despair. To open the wounds we cannot cure and allow others to nurture them. More than that - we are called nurture that spirit of mourning in others.
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The Breath of Intellect: Part OneOne evening at the theatre downtown has swept over me an intellectual lesson. This is me, trying to make sense of it.