Week Six Closing Madlib

The final week of the workshop we write Laura Lee a pygmy poem to show our undying wonder. We’ve seen some advances in our understanding based on the   crimson sky as we enter downtown Kirkland each Tuesday night and feel pleasantness all over. (Maybe that’s not something we’d tell others considering to take the course in the future.) Sleeping in the workshops, or just after, is what makes it become the foamy moment we were expecting. If one could put it in words it’d be a shimmering necklace as only Van Gogh could render it. I want to thank you all for being harmonious about all this these past six weeks.