Imagination 

where the inward life of the child I was, touches the imagined plots of the adult’s written word. Electrifying the dreams of the pen. Illuminating the pale cast of the paper’s hunger. Feeding my soul with the words to tell; the man to walk, the girl to talk, the woman to kill , the sun to shine, the plot to live. 

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