Art is my poison and my medicine. It’s my lock and key. It’s my person. It’s my being. It’s my breath.
<p><strong>It’s January first. It’s my birthday.</strong> I was going through some of my emails and I was reading one of them that I received today amidst the baking, food, and gadget sites birthday sales for me to spend money.</p>
<p><strong><em>Art is my poison and my medicine. It’s my lock and key. It’s my person. It’s my being. It’s my breath.</em></strong></p>
<p>The email spoke about good things for twenty twenty-four. I’m not sure how many other people get this same message, but it did mean something to me. It was almost as if it was meant for me, well it was addressed to me.</p>
<p>It was encouraging. It was what I wanted and am trying to put into my mind.</p>
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