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| XC Skiing. Whitegrass, West Virginia |
like an empty pot, void of ingredients
Or it can be exciting
like a new trail, full of mystery
The ink carefully explores the realm of the unknown, wavering at the expanse of whiteness...
conquering it with scribbles of color
Like the autumn season grasping the summer green
First with faint hues of yellow and orange
Soon bursting red
Then all goes brown and bleak
Thus the story ends
A winter of writer’s block covers the page in ice and snow
But a seed lies dormant
Brought to life by the warming sun and sprouts
The story grows and is harvested
The pot is full again
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