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So, my applications are complete. Washington, Chicago, or Boston/Rhode Island. I feel somewhat free. So much so that I picked up my guitars. My fingers never felt so stiff, but it seems like my voice has developed further.
After awhile, cleaning through my closet filled with books and memories. I found a book of poetry by Robert Frost left to me, by my father.
So, my applications are complete. Washington, Chicago, or Boston/Rhode Island. I feel somewhat free. So much so that I picked up my guitars. My fingers never felt so stiff, but it seems like my voice has developed further.
After awhile, cleaning through my closet filled with books and memories. I found a book of poetry by Robert Frost left to me, by my father.
"Nothing Gold Can Stay" by Robert Frost
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leafs a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.