Each one has the potential to voice an opinion, state a fact, proclaim an innocence or simply write to a friend. Inside of each is a misplaced comma, a poorly spelled word and a half-baked thought.
No longer do I hope to find a great novel attempting to escape. The importance of such an endeavor has been sucked through the air purifier, along with the dust particles that once resided here. For me, a clean environment is not conducive to creating anything worthy. I require clutter with just a pinch of chaos. Not sure why, but I tend to focus when surrounded by distractions.
Keeping them corralled like this
seems to help with the group dynamics. Each
one is already up to speed should I have to change pens for whatever reason.
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