My Final

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Hi, everyone, I hope all of your finals wrapped up/are wrapping up well. For my final project, I wrote a collection of poems that track the progression of the seasons from Winter to Spring from Wellesley. I pressed all of the flowers in these pages as well, all since we got home from campus. I confess I don't know the names of all of these flowers, which is shameful, but if you couldn't tell the two flowers on the final page are a daffodil and a nasturtium, one representing Wellesley and one representing California. I'm not sure how well these images will upload, but I wanted to share regardless.








All the best,
Lily

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  1. Chloe G. F.May 22, 2020 at 5:21 AM

    I love this so much! Thanks for sharing. And your handwriting is gorgeous

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