The eye of something. Real. I was walking down a high school hallway, and a ninth grader showed me his metal eye (that I'm assuming he made in art class?). I love my job — every day is an adventure, and I get the Osirus eye — even if for an Instagramable moment.
***Greig Roselli is a writer and an educator. He lives and works in New York City. You can contact him via email at email@example.com or on his website - stonesoferasmus.com
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