I've been submerged under piles of molten glass. Gravity has become circular. You twirl and twirl and twirl and regardless of how lumpy and misshapen a bead once was, it becomes round and dimpled like a donut. (Bah, lentils.)
I really do feel like I've gone to summer camp and emerged, well, not a virgin. Yeah, the tawdriness of it all. But some sort of rite of passage is occurring. I'm learning to be quiet and "make" again.
And you?
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