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bricolage project day 1 [nameless]

ByKymberlee

It’s been a minute since I’ve written on this blog, chief among them graduate school at Antioch University Seattle.  I’ll be finished soon and my thesis is done.  Done.  It won’t be long before I have a piece of paper that says MAEd. It’s hard to believe, to be honest.  It’s been a long and…