It's a good thing I was good at drawing.
Not only did I permanently draw some of those animals, but I also permanently drew (or created) memories. I can't erase these memories. They're real.
Somewhere in my mind are the memories of the entire trip. Somewhere in a landfill is my incomplete drawing.
I can't complete it, I can''t erase it, I can't redo it.
It's a good thing I was good at drawing.
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