I now take myself to a plane of miracles of action and silence of speech.
A place of infinite music and depth of feeling. Feeling no hollow dimension I have been burned by fire and forced into pastures that bear no fatalist fruit.
I am being graced. My life is a blank sheet awaiting a pens touch this is masculinity and femininity. The papers reception to a pens dominance creates life and story.
I am 23. I am human. Today I begin to write.
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