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My mother knocked on my door while I was painting tree branches gold. I collected them from the woods to create a nest for the corner above my bed. As a teen, I didn’t care about the rules of living in a rented apartment. I painted a massive tree on the wall. Of course, the only logical thing to do was build a gold nest for it.

In the distance, I could hear Dave Matthews Band playing on the stereo. She put on Say…