Kevin Focke

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The biggest twist in fiction might be a story ending exactly how you thought it would

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Climate change is like my head: it’s not visible in every instance, but I’m pretty darn sure it’s there

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Art has simple founding principles: Less is more, more or less; fill in the blanks with no filler

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Be creative, be innovative, consume what everyone consumes and make it fresh!

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Naught but leaves brushed in the wind, stemming from the forest behind my house. Oh, and of course, the wildlife seized every chance to tell the stars who they were; they hooted, howled, and growled. And deep under the roots of trees in little holes lived rabbits, cuddling next to their young. All the while Mr. Ant and his colony were dragging a once boisterous Nocturnal Cicada to the nest; a feast for days! I suppose my daydreaming occasionally did extend into the night. I’ve spent countless hours I’ll never regain, but for the off-chance I was right just once, it was worth every second