About this piece
When my nervous system starts sprinting, I go somewhere very specific: flat on the ground, eyes to the sky, letting the whole wide world do what my brain can't—just be still for a second.
Open Wide is that place, painted.
About this piece
When my nervous system starts sprinting, I go somewhere very specific: flat on the ground, eyes to the sky, letting the whole wide world do what my brain can't—just be still for a second.
Open Wide is that place, painted.
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