The man stared at
the pencil and thought of all the work he had to do
The child stared
at the pencil and knew that inside it was every story ever written and every
story yet to be told, every picture seen and unseen.
The man picked up
the pencil and felt the weight of responsibility
The child picked
up the pencil and felt the wonder of the unknown
The man looked at
the pencil in his hand and smiled at the child within himself
His hand began to
move across the paper
‘Once, long before the land as we know it was formed ……….’
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