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From a word or glimpse, captured surreptitiously across a crowded mall, a story’s seed is planted. It grows in form and substance, consciously and subconsciously, while personal gifts and personal items are sought out, encountered, and purchased. Then, a day or a year or a lifetime later, a story flows, ripened word after ripened word, from mouth or pen or keyboard, on its journey, through ears and eyes, on the way to enrich a soul.
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Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 9:30 AM UTC
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From a word or glimpse, captured surreptitiously across a crowded mall, a story’s seed is planted. It grows in form and substance, consciously and subconsciously, while personal gifts and personal items are sought out, encountered, and purchased. Then, a day or a year or a lifetime later, a story flows, ripened word after ripened word, from mouth or pen or keyboard, on its journey, through ears and eyes, on the way to enrich a soul.
thomas-harper
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Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 9:30 AM UTC
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