All through the years I write by candlelight and see my eternal vision which I dream into being with each brush of my pen onto page, creating and dreaming at the same time of an ideal world all my own. I project images of the kind of woman I want to be, celebrate the woman that I am, and laugh at the woman I used to be. The blank page has its freedoms and I run along chasing words sometimes prolifically and sometimes scribbling, meanings later discovered like new land. I am touched with an eternal vision like fire burning from the inside, light discovered within my eyes, warmth touched on my skin, and a love that spreads like wildfire. My imagination is limitless like the blank pages of a never ending story. My right brain runs free doodling onto life's page, splashing into existence, and is not hindered by left brain corrections. When the two lover's unite it's like a dance that each just feels their way across the floor to the tempo. It's a seductive dance because it's joyful. My eternal vision is alive, has survived, and thrives where there is no end. Just to be continued. Stay tuned.
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