She sits silently, pen poised.
You can see it in her eyes,
the tension, the mystery, the truth.
With an army of letters called to attention on the page before her,
it suddenly seems all too possible,
that if the right words could find their way into the right minds,
then just maybe mere ink could change the world.
You can see it in her eyes,
the tension, the mystery, the truth.
With an army of letters called to attention on the page before her,
it suddenly seems all too possible,
that if the right words could find their way into the right minds,
then just maybe mere ink could change the world.
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