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9:58 AM
The tide has changed...
From an outward expresser to a silent artist.
From a vocal prophecy to a quite hope of the heart.
From an open writer to an exclusive scribe.
Is it better this way?
Like a child with an angst the scribe ask, "Is this the real me?"
The chronicler has put his pen down and said,
"I will write no more."
By Joseph Librero
9:58 AM
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once a scribe, always a scribe...when you lose your pen...get another...
when your oil lamp runs dry...fill it up...
when your words can't be found...get inspiration...
when you lose your heart and will to write...be reborn and live again...
perhaps, the writer is just that, a writer...whose life is about writing...whose life is written and read... =)