It is uncompromising in its beauty. The page, the gleaming, soaked in opportunity. It is without a doubt the graveyard of many grand ambitions. Many derelict ideas and abandoned hopes and dreams and washed away like seaweed into the mud there are...glimmers of hope. Glistening under the shining effervescent face of the young man, pen in hand, hammering away at that glorious goddess in the mind. He will create wonders.
There is nothing but possibilty on that white, pearly paper which cries out for attention, a spoiled child who has not yet been taken in hand. It will be molded how we see fit, we shall create wonders.
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