The Empty Page
Most find the empty page intimidating.
I see it as a friend.
Peel it back, layer by layer, you may like what you find.
I see words. Flowing, growing, sprouting into life.
I see pictures. They move and dance in colors never seen.
I see life. I find it in the white blank spaces and I let it fill me.
I see possibility.
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