Grow deep belly laughs.
Grow your grandmother’s clean conscience.
Grow that dream you had at 5 years old the first time a pencil calloused your kindergarten fingers;
You ran all the way home and screamed,
Look, mom! I’m a writer! My hand is changing shape to prove that I’m a writer!
Grow that in every crack of pavement the soles of your feet can find.
Andrea Gibson, excerpt from “Alaska Says Sun” (via lady-pilot)

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