Stare in fright of the possibilities that could lend themselves to this page.
Controversy may erupt form the words you write; or worse, the truth of your thoughts may be revealed.
Close your eyes and pray to whichever god you believe in, or none at all, that beautiful words may magically appear. The thoughts nudge and tug at each other in your mind, too plentiful to scribble on one mere blank page.
Close your eyes, aching from staring at the bright winter of the page. Take a deep breathe, uncover your eyes from their hiding place behind a curtain of lashes. Begin to engrave idea after idea so that soon that winter will become a twister of language.
Shun your masterpiece. Mangle the page that contains those inscriptions. Hide it, destroy it, so that no one may ever know what you once thought of the world around you.
Begin again.
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