Words On Paper

A man sits down. Maybe he’s at a desk, or on a bench. There may be a computer with him, or a notebook, or parchment and quill. It may be that energetic time that comes after morning rituals, or perhaps his efforts are the only motions in an otherwise still environment, going late into the night. Ultimately, the surroundings don’t matter. All that matters is that the man sat down. Because sitting down represents intent. And intent, well…

Intent leads to a beginning.

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