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Post by MIRIAM JACOB on Feb 19, 2008 1:53:20 GMT -5
MY WRITING DESK
I sit at my writing desk, a brightly polished mahogany escritoire, with a huge writing leaf, folding down to reveal rows of cubbyholes and tiny little drawers, cleverly concealing a hidden portfolio of glittering pens, snow-white paper, priceless tools to craft words in wisdom, to underscore the royal art of writing.
There is a direct line from the human brain to the written word, as powerful as any bright God-given light. When spoken words fail, written ones keep us alive.
Seated at my writing desk, I discover the awe-inspiring power of the written word. It transforms my life into the stuff that dreams are made of. I am in my ivory palace, weaving tales into being, crafting pearls into poems, and dreams into reality.
© MIRIAM JACOB
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