It was with a weary heart that Fiorella began the clean-up of her office where she'd been not only writing herself crazy, but stashing away everything she didn't know what else to do with. The three sets of floor-to-ceiling shelves and the two standing files were overflowing, there were piles of papers on the floor, and the futon had been turned into a depository for whatever else she didn't know what to do with. But two weeks in, she's begun to enjoy herself.
First off, she discovered old student evaluation accolades, which warmed her heart. Then came the family history stuff she'd forgotten she had. And copies of newspaper and magazine stories, booklets, poems, and travel diaries she'd written. All that and she's not even half-way through. Wonder what treasures she'll find when when she goes through her art closet?
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