Looking forward to seeing one my favorites- Joan Mitchell's City Landscape. I wonder how it will feel now that I have been like an addicted sponge craving water, sucking up art and poetry through my spores. I have read most of my poetry books for my fall poetry class. I want more. It is my oxygen, it is my heart, I believe. I am beginning to feel it is all that matters, besides my kids of course. But they WANT to go too. Maybe I am being too dramatic, but I feel more normal than ever. I think I will burn my psych books, what the hell do they know anyway?
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