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The pencil in placid graphite grey had a way of speaking directly to her dreaming self, of asking her to translate its emotions to the awaiting page.

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The pencil a quiet invitation to her artist soul to conjure some daring act of creation.

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The pencil in its serene brown divinity, rested upon the new page as if it were a dare.

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There is direct route from the soul to the pencil tip, your language centre is not looped in yet informed after the event.