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I had a professor in college who used to start every day by making us write for the first 10 minutes of class. No rules or guidelines, just throw down the random thoughts that whirled in your head. Spilling ink, making random doodles, and exploring my thoughts, I would often find from this exercise, a whole new spark of creativity... This is my spilled ink.
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There are moments where I realize how small I truly am… For the last 3 years I have found such a wonderment in watching the final minutes of the day as the sun slowly falls into the pacific.. This is a place where tough questions are asked, philisophical debates are bred, and quiet moments are shared with close friends.. There truly is nothing like the sunsets on the west coast..
