A white piece of paper has no meaning attached to it and still speaks so much by itself. It is a baby who has not yet spoken its thoughts,a flower not yet bloomed, a character not yet molded and a person who hasn't yet shared.
Yet one would blot it. Blot it till the paper is worthless! Blot and dampen the paper....the thoughts...the spirit
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
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