The two of them sunk down, Andrea and Cameron following. They popped up in the living room, where there was a bit of a celebration set up, with presents and the others. Nothing too over the top, just the way Virgil liked it.
Do you how do? I use any pronouns :) Get in losers, we're going napping
The idea that a poem was a made thing stayed with me, and I decided then that I wanted to be an artist, not just a diarist. So I put myself through a kind of apprenticeship in writing poetry, and I understood even then that my practice as a poet was deeply related to my reading. — Edward Hirsch