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Anonymous said…
I was once an Art Appreciation student of yours at Broward. I want you to know that that I remember you. I remember you.

And I remember your passion for Art, and your patience with a class that not many took seriously. I remember when you began to play classical music during class...Beethoven's Sonata No. 14 (Moonlight Sonata), my favorite classical piece came on and I knew then that I would never ever forget you or your class.

I remember your art. You bring out the beauty in the most mundane of days, and as the years go by, I always come back to your artwork to remind myself that art is everywhere and that is beauty. So, thank you. Thank you for your work.

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