The best of writing wasn’t made when pen was put to paper- although perhaps expressed. No, it was wrought much earlier- in the furnace of much darker times repressed.
Yet, on second thought that isn’t always true. It isn’t just the darker moments that give life it’s lucent hue. There are those of pure bright joy and the dimly warm glow of love. These two make perhaps an even greater story than that one of shadow’s gloom.
Either way the point remains true; if you want to tell a story you must live it first- and treasure every season’s view.
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