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It's so rich.
It's so innocent.
It's so pure.
It's so pure in the sense that no one else has touched it.
Not one else has read it, not even me.
It's still in my mind.
A simple thought.
An idea.
A memory.
Before it hits paper, it's as real as it will ever be.
Leave it there.
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