Snapshots

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Walking down the newly sun-baked Brooklyn streets, sunglasses on, carrying a bag full of fruit, passing the tattooed girl who owns the gelato shop walking her tough little bulldog (of course she would have a bulldog!)

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Feeling the bathwater warm air surrounding me at night.

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Talking to the bodega owner in the morning about how he had to MacGyver the grabber because it broke, and laughing with him as he says that’s his favorite show.

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Watching as my hand cuts out the shapes between the lines, the feel of the knife dragging on the cutting mat.

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Placing squares of color next to each other, pink and yellow and pale green. Cutting out a tiny shower, a tiny toilet, tiny chairs, as if I were making a dollhouse.

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Drawing the same kind of face I drew in high school and thinking, our abilities don’t really change, it’s just how we learn to channel them.

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The joy is in the process.