In the box, to lose,
store, seek, find, love, toss and curb.
A shade we forget.
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Kendall Defoe
Teacher, reader, writer, dreamer... I am a college instructor who cannot stop letting his thoughts end up on the page. No AI. No Fake Work. It's all me...
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