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Done. The school year has concluded and I'm no longer deluded by the the millions of directions my brain wandered during that last week. Melancholy, excitement, gratitude, relief in one realm lingering with disappointment, stress, embarrassment in another and revelation, accomplishment, blessing in yet another. It's done. It's time to breathe. It's time to write. First assignment: complete my third grade teacher's gift for her retirement party. She and I collaborated on an article during the summer of Katrina. Naturally, its completion was discarded until now. I want to wrap it up and present her with my version of events. It's a reflection of our writing lives and how they've continued to cross paths.
Brenner, Kane, Reggie, and I will hit the road Thursday to return to N.O. It should be an interesting experience with the four of us.
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