Dang it. I had photos lined up and then came loss and grief and travel to funerals and my DMs flooded with pain for the loss of a beloved fellow in our program. Nevertheless, the beauty of other's photos was a late night tonic on a brightly lit phone in a lonely hotel. Looking forward to 2024. x
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An educator and juvenile justice advocate writing about life, love, justice, environment, and greening my grandchildren for a future I'll never see.
