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Jan 2020
I sit and wait for the idea to come
To feel the thought take shape.
And, though I know it will become
so much more I cannot wait.

The anticipation grows from deep within
A smile begins to form
and there, with hurried ink and pen
Magic appears and my story is born.
Samantha Guillaume
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Samantha Guillaume  F/Earth
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