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Where stories are told,

And poetry dances through the night.

And so begins my tale…

Real Hallucinations

It all started with a game. . . .

Fourth grade. It was a time when all children play outside during recess. It was a time when a lot of children could be seen playing on the playground or playing tag. It was a time when the idea of a fantasy world came to play.

It was around this time that interests in writing, and soon, drawing grew into passions.

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I’m still on a journey. Will you follow me on it?