I wanted my son to be anything but a writer. He outsmarted me.
Teresa Carpenter
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My whole life, I’ve lamented not having the talent to be an artist. If only I could turn the beautiful, abstract images and feelings from my daydreams into reality, I always thought wistfully. All I have are words. All I’ve always had was words. And (why didn’t I realize this before?) they ARE art! Thanks for making me realize that!

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