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| Sitting in the great library, she holds the next book in her life series. Her hand walks across is cover, examining its outside and being left to only guess at what it may contain. It thrills her to think that she has come to hold this next volume in her possession, but it also fills her with a great deal of anxiety. Uncertainty abound. She wonders if she has the courage and strength necessary to pry open the hardbound covers and look inside. |
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| Part of her wants to abandon all inhibition, let go of all fear and jump right in. But her cautious, guarded facet ties her fingers down, keeping them from experiencing the pages within. Part of her wants to throw open the dark, |
| opaque and vague outer cover and begin reading out loud, proudly, while another side of her shivers in fear of her own desire to know what is inside. She feels even a part of her that is anxiously eager to skip forward to the end and read that part first. Then, she remembers that the story truly has yet to be written at all� She takes a deep breath and looks at the clock on the wall across the room. The kindly librarian smiles at her and gently nods. She stands and slowly, cautiously opens the book. She has become the author. |
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