Staring at the blank page, the mind renders its cacophony of thoughts, ideas, hopes, fears, dreams, and debates into a torrent of words that all seemingly want to come out at once and also not at all. What to say, what to hold, what to release, what else to seal away within the depths of our mind, there to lay dormant until their time comes, or mine does, then the mystery will be just that.
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