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First Draft

A rough idea invades brain waves. Words flow. A pen glides, line after line across the page. Anticipation, hope rings. It grows, lives, sings. Evaluate, punctuate strike out, insert distill, re-frame copy, finis. read aloud . . . scrap.

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Date: 12/8/2014 9:10:00 AM
I like it Cona, First drafts are always a pain!!! We must keep working through them. Well put Cheers Kevin
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