Write

February 11, 2014

Ink soaking up paper

or letters on a screen

forming words, sentences, and paragraphs

filled with periods, question marks, and commas

a page turns into pages

pages turn into chapters

chapters turn into books

with spines and covers

each with a title and my name

I dream to write

and hope the future will be bright

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