1. I see a sailboat heading into a hurricane. I see a little boy’s paper pirate hat navigating the sewer after being blown off his head in a summer storm. I see a tent pitched on a small shelf, hugging the side of the mountain as exhausted climbers slumber in perfect darkness.

    I see one hell of an artist.

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