Each morning you take a pen and hope it's filled with words that will make their way to the page as you move your hand from left to right, a motion so familiar to you that it feels as natural as breathing, as miraculous as opening your eyes to see the world for the first time.
You take a pen and suddenly the world becomes clearer, as if someone has removed a veil that had covered your eyes, as if someone has lifted a curtain so you can see simultaneously outside yourself and inside yourself, an exterior view and interior vision of thoughts and feelings.
You take a pen in your hand each morning and it's like a magic wand that casts a spell allowing you to remember years past and imagine years in the future, as if it's a Time Machine that gives you the ability to travel to wherever your imagination takes you.
You take a pen and suddenly it's as if ink flows through your veins and what you write on the page, each word, each letter of the alphabet, makes its way straight from your heart up your arm onto the page.
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