Found while cleaning. A note to my writing professor senior year. It must have been second semester when I was taking a poetry class. I'm not much of a poetry person, but I loved that poetry class. I was writing creative nonfiction for Jim's class and having a hard time switching back and forth between the two.
I miss writing. I don't do it enough anymore.
That was indeed a great semester all around, between poetry and Jim's class.
ReplyDeleteThat it was. I miss having a writing class.
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