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“So build yourself as beautiful as you want your world to be. Wrap yourself in light then give yourself away with your heart, your brush, your march, your art, your poetry, your play. And for every day you paint the war, take a week and paint the beauty, the color, the shape of the landscape you’re marching towards. Everyone knows what you’re against; show them what you’re for.”

Quote by Andrea Gibson

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Andrea Gibson
Andrea Gibson

Andrea Gibson, born on August 13, 1975, is an accomplished American poet known for her profound emotions and unique narrative style. Her poetry has won her numerous awards and has had a significant impact on contemporary literature. more

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