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Sticky Note Sessions #1

     One of the handiest tools I have ever owned have been sticky notes. They are small, convenient and always ready for me to jot something down. Sometimes it's something I wish to draw, or something dealing with whatever I'm currently writing. Other times it is a creative note, an expression of a moment that has capture my mind that I'm afraid of forgetting. Often times though, they are storytellers, mementos of myself as I absorb the world around me.
     So I have decided to share them with you because I'm assuming I'm not alone in this and who knows, perhaps we will all find a way to inspire one another across mediums. This is today's sticky note as I heard the beckoning call of the ice cream truck's siren...
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