“A Stranger in My Own Skin I watch them move so easily, laughter spilling from their lips like water, conversations looping and twisting like ribbons in the air. They fit into each other’s worlds as if molded from the same clay, as if their bones were shaped to recognize one another. And then, there is me.” SchoolYouthHigh SchoolAutism Book:Time With Trees: 1995–2025, A Collected Work Source: Time With Trees: 1995–2025, A Collected Work