NaNoKey4

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wind through quantum leaves
stirring throughwooden styles....
to tell a story of a drifting through time...
but to construct so...without the rythm of the thought...beating patterns on the page...
into every font a little grey must fall...
discontented winter
approaching on chilling foot
stepsin the midst
of the mists
of the mind...
dot, dot, dot...
what happens in the pause? in the middle of the moments...

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reality steps into
realitya place
a space
a comparision
an illusion
a suggestion
of boundaries

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a modern epic
of a woman
an artist
a mother
a poet
an educational assistant
a part-time mystic and (to becoming in the next 25 days:)
a novelist...woot!

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