I'm weary to the bone. The gallery show is finally hung. The Artist's Reception is seventeen hours away. And I'm surprised at what the gallery director chose of mine to serve as a centerpiece to the show. One never knows. Until tomorrow then . . .
I'm still a student. The truly educated never graduate. I want to explore it all. I want to live at least 500 more years. I wish I could read every book I covet, play every musical instrument available, and paint every scene that moves me.
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