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 I have stopped stopping to smell roses, stopped noticing if they're red or painted impostors of red. The eerie dreams have returned, now taking their cues from Plato's The Cave and Grimm's Fairy Tales. Today I spent my time doing white rabbit things, but tonight will see some change. My room is cleared and ready. I'll tie up my hair like Violet Baudelaire and begin the first painting of winter break. The first of many, i hope.

Like so many things that have to change, I want to spend my break feeling more like a contented to wander Alice- never fettered to a pocket-watch. 

And it all begins when i move my white rabbit habit to the back of the closet.