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Brass Tacks: The Fortunate Turn of Fate called Imperfection
In this turn, we were shown definition and the conceptualization of our limitation and failure. A blessing and a curse to feel forgotten and to be left with this.
Brass Tacks: 9.58 Seconds and Every Distance Going Somewhere
One part training, one part inspiring, and another half healing
Brass Tacks: My Brother Solitude
Watching Basquiat again I see how important that basement was to him and to me.
