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People say that your characters have a little piece of you

That is true

My first character feared of losing friends

I do too

My second character carried a deep and heavy burden

I do too

My third was scared of losing family

I do too

My fourth has scars, cuts and burns from a tormentful history

I do too

People say that your characters have a little piece of you

In that, they do.

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Tyson Coles

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Feoaark Trpl was a place for those who waited. Deiverr Tont had never fit in growing up; he was quiet when people were loud, preferred to listen instead of hear, and contemplate rather than argue. He was good at waiting and watching for the opportune moment to voice his thoughts, in fact he had been waiting for approximately nineteen years, and it all led up to today. Deiverr walked slowly, assessing all he had built, then raised his hand and with a blast of blue light opened the portal. The first child to walk through was a young girl only seven years of age; her eyes shone bright. “Welcome,” he said, “to Feoarrk!

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Miranda Smith

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2015 : garden themed mosaics for lower school

2016 : tree of life mosaic for upper school

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curated by the Lipscomb Academy yearbook mizpah staff

student editor in chief : Mary Jane Estes

faculty advisor : Erin Rickelton

Lipscomb Academy

https://www.lipscomb.edu/academy