My Professor Asked Me for a Self Portrait.
Natalie Warther

Heh, I liked the ending a lot. Reduce, reuse, recycle…nothing ever stays the same. I will say that I think some things stay the same, like the feeling you get, when you peer into your memory museum. You always stop at the display depicting when you turned to clay. That might be your favorite yet worst memory. Am I right? Wrong?

Either way this was fantastic. I’m glad to see a fellow ad writer expressing their true creativity, I’ll be looking forward to more of your work! Hopefully I can garner inspiration from your words as well.

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