The Great Escape

 Escape.

Gabe Nasrallah

 

Wheels keep turning

Around the highway

Are we there yet?

Small lights begin shining in the distance

Yellow lights

What are we doing out here?

Book, is what we did from our nine-to-fives

Likes of which have never been seen before.

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  1. Gabe NasrallahMay 11, 2022 at 10:34 AM

    I like the simplistic feel but I think it would be cool if you had an about me type thing.

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  2. Gabe NasrallahMay 11, 2022 at 10:48 AM

    Great work! I love how easy it is to navigate. I agree that an about page would be nice, but it's not absolutely necessary. Awesome job!
    --Catherine Maxwell

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  3. Gabe NasrallahMay 11, 2022 at 10:58 AM

    great site! easy to use and all the writing is so good. visually, it's very clean and polished. also, there is a profile page you can click on the left hand side of the page- OG

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