There is nothing quite so intimidating as a blank sheet of paper. After all, it could be anything. A poem. A story. An epic masterpiece. A bit of drivel. A comedy. A tragedy. A sitcom. A brilliant beginning. A tragic end. A fractal timeline of possibilities. It isn’t until pen hits paper that the branches pull back from the edges of infinity. So much power in a drop of ink.
And it was all hers…
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