Tuesday, October 18, 2011

From my first poetry book...

This is me, with my best friend. We've gotten taller, but otherwise, we are still much the same.

My crafty mother helped us make our own books in first or second grade. She showed us how to cover cardboard with contact paper and fold pages in half, gluing them along the spine like a real book.

Since I am going crazy thinking about my queries floating around in the world, I am trying to take a lesson from my younger self.

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