Every time you put pen to paper, you're not exactly sure what to write.
And then it makes contact, and things become alive.
People are given names, places are given landmarks, music is given lyrics, life is given meaning.
And you lift your pen, stretch, rest, take a break. Maybe you begin again, maybe you decide to write again later.
And in your wake you leave another world behind you. And it lives on from every moment since.
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