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[otepillness]

I love it when the pen is carried by the wisdome still held within the deep chambers of thick, intoxicating ink. I sat here, once, in wonderment of the smell wafting from the open shaft. How odd it was... I remember questioning everything i had ever learned ...all in one moment. Thoughts danced around wildly like flame hued ribbons. as erratic as

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[yaghotate]

i know what you mean.