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Firm and hard in your hand; swift movement like a fairy and her wand. Gentle but bold as the tip rubs the surface, each stroke is a new reason to be amazed. An honor, a pleasure if you have it. Many would crave for because it lit up the sparks in your eyes and heart to be able to use it for simple, pure art. It's the birth place of ecstatic ideas. Although the first step - many might fear because it hurts, sometimes it bled but after the opening it's pleasure's fed. There are many ways to use this fantastical item - a mind's muse: either lay it down flat and nothing comes out or move it upright and see the seedlings sprout. Black on paper, white on the page. It's the key to your imagination's cage; it's everyone's true start to then land they planned; it's this pencil, this pencil in my hand.

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Date: 3/30/2013 5:54:00 AM
..... and the "magic" shows a nice poem ..... well done Celine! - Happy Easter! - oxox / / Anne-Lise :)
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