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I forgot to bring paper; on set there was a broken pen. When words spill from mouth to page, magic begins to transcend.
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Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 5:41 PM UTC
Imagination
I forgot to bring paper; on set there was a broken pen. When words spill from mouth to page, magic begins to transcend.
jonathan-howard
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Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 5:41 PM UTC
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