With my favorite pen I can create an imaginary world; a world that becomes real in my mind. My dear pen glides easily over the fresh smooth paper and a door is opened. I peer at the new world and ponder how to depict it. A simple pen becomes a magic wand and I become the creator... dictator. Where will I drift to as my pen - with its gleaming black ink - wanders across the page.
-written 9/15/2009-
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