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Tabula Rasa
My mind is as blank as the bright white screen - the cursor blinks insistently in rhythm with my heart. does it begin to blink faster - even LARGER maybe even LOUDER? as I sit here staring at it? Is that even possible? "Just write, let the words flow without thinking - don't lift your pen from the page," or in this case, your fingers from the keyboard she advised at the writing workshop. "Just write - clear your mind - don't think!" But I HAVE to think! It's what I DO! I think, therefore I am! How can a person write without thinking? "Just write - don't think!" I can't do it! "Just write." And so I give in and clear my mind and set my fingers upon this fading old keyboard and write comforted by the clicking sound my fingers make upon the keys - shocked by the words that appear in a blur before my eyes. The cursor really does beat with the rhythm of my heart.
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