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Continue reading →: Clutch
State Hill Road twists and turns through two small hills curled into a valley and eventually makes its way to the banks of The Tully. The Tully is what everybody seemed to call the river. It was an area where very few people lived and for the most part it…
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Continue reading →: Hidden in my Sketchbook
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…
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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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