Heading back to Tiny Town, time to empty our the Graduate’s apartment and haul it all home.

It’s going to be a wet day.

Morning, looking west.

Nope, it’s not …

This is a day … this is a day I once thought we’d never see. I could not be more proud of this kid. She has fought back from the edge and flourished, she is the poster-child for resistance.

Also back-talk, but we don’t need to bring that up today.

I guess some need this.

Sending a few more off into the world. Tell stories that matter, kids.

Markings for some project.