here is a faint clicking sound coming from the office door, it is me, franticly typing out the beginning of my new story. I have gotten back into the swing of things, writing my story, I have written chapter 13 or my other story and I’m going to post it soon.
A perfectly healthy sentence, it is true, is extremely rare. For the most part we miss the hue and fragrance of the thought; as if we could be satisfied with the dews of the morning or evening without their colors, or the heavens without their azure. ~Henry David Thoreau
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