There is something delicious about writing the first words of a story. You never quite know where they'll take you.

Beatrix Potter
There is something delicious about writing the first words of...
There is something delicious about writing the first words of...
There is something delicious about writing the first words of...
There is something delicious about writing the first words of...
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The story of your life is a work in progress, with many different chapters. As you write each chapter, it's like you're adding onto the story of your life. You become more aware of how your words affect the lives of others. Your words are seeds planted in the minds of others that lead them to new experiences that they might never have had on their own.

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