Today, I got my eyes whitewashed for a test to be administered. It threw me for a loop. I had the hardest drive home as the sun partially blinded me. I had a hard time reading street signs.

And I couldn’t draw very well.

I did find this Water Color in my sketchbook. It’s like finding a long lost friend.

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.

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