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| She fell upon the page |
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Her pen paused momentarily above the blank sheath of paper and then
descended with a flurry of furious scratches and whorls. Possessed by the
maddening need to rid herself of a decade of demons, she poured herself into
the creation. Half words, half random numbers, and a smattering of the odd
musical notation sloshed across the page and settled into being. The clever eye
would see the pattern that was there and realize it all made one
contiguous story. Seven quarter notes was a little girl in a field of
bluebonnets, and a nursery rhyme was her one true love hidden behind a tree
made of fives and nines. The page became full, brimming with a radiant light
and pulsing, wriggling characters. She raised her pen to the air where it
danced before her eyes tracing the tale onward. Figures and curly cues squeezed
from the pen in glittering violet light. Soon the room was crammed with her own
words littered around her, writhing in mid-air. She laughed and tossed the pen
high where it froze at the arc and spun slowly. Surrounded by her thriving
creations pushing at her from all sides she descended into a dreamy state. She
eased herself down and lay upon a new blank, white page. With an ecstatic sigh
she shuddered and fell upon the page shattering into words and numbers and half
notes.
