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“Steven, are you sure you understand what do?” “It’s drawing,” I said, “I always understand drawing.” I was in the second grade. My teacher, Ms. Foster, was so nice to me. She tolerated my short attention span, my outbursts, my inability to follow directions. She had decided I was “artistic” and she loved that aboutContinue reading “The Still Pond. Psalm 148.”