Dear Tacoma,
Your beautiful in every single way. Your humid summers, cold rainy winters and everything in between. Your downtown lights sparkling in the night and the cold winds blowing in your grass fields. Freezing harsh waves hit your rocks, as the pigeons fly by. People fluster around like no one is able to stop. This city never sleeps, this city never stops.
Love,
Alicia Owens, Student
Tacoma School of The Arts
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