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I have made 59 paper cranes in one day. The term addiction is now a word my mind has inadvertently grasped to the dismay of my social and academic life. Even though my undersized fingers can collapse a bright sheet of paper into a delicate creature of flight without attention, this brainless activity has captured my fancy due to its air of sophistication and distant history. A thousand paper cranes is said to assure a wish come true. I have no wish. Instead, I hope to suspend a sea of folded bestowers of aspiration from my dorm ceiling. So, I will continue creasing until my room is filled with the tiny pieces that form into one life-size puzzle of promise. The feeling of my dwelling space will restrain one immense wish for me to formulate at any time.