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K Mark Schofer

Where I am speaking perfect Spanish and everybody understands me. And in the next moment I am playing soccer and my left foot does not work. There are no alarms clocks and restful sleep. 

And then the alarm clock rings.

And I want to paint water color in the rain.

And my dad walks in looking for his keys. 

it looks like I fell back to sleep.

Hello,

I’m Mark

His friends observe Mark seems wired a little differently. Perhaps it’s more likely that noticing little things often missed by others is a relic of a quieter, simpler time. He has a way with words, which he refuses to let be hindered by sub-par typing skills. People have great stories to tell if you sit and listen.

A belief dear to Mark is that there is certain beauty in the world. You simply have to look for it.