A semester of suffering, recovery and renewal in progress. This class was always a sanctuary. Despite myself, my work couldn't but reflect this process, sometimes overtly, others covertly.
Gravity. Feel it entirely, as you would joy.
Hope. A case for the power of the individual over fate. (Or: Jellyfish.)
Defiance. Half a gift.
Renewal. The self re-emerges.
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