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| Empty pages Vacant lines swell of words builds and defines. In the still of the night his thoughts appear, a story of rapture is clear. Rythmic movement of his quill fills the barren pages. He smiles and knows that his work of art will last throughout the ages. Smooth and silky ink, lay upon the lines. A story of love and laughter is utmost of his mind. Outside of his home the rain beginns to plummet. Inside his soul he begins to tell the tale of Mt. Summit. |
| to be continued................. |
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