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We push the pen to make you feel the gentle tapping of the falling rain, the stinging burn of the summer sun the heavy heart of despair and pain.
We push the pen to make you see the vibrant orange of a monarch wing, the secretive soul hidden in our eyes, the golden sunrise in early morning.
We push the pen to make you taste the sweetness of love's first kiss, the bitterness of heartbreaking defeat the richness of pure chocolate bliss.
We push the pen to make you hear the clear waters babbling in the brook, the forgotten laughter of our inner child the cracking spine of a brand new book.
We push the pen to make you savor the pungent petals of the red rose, the crisp aroma of a tart green apple the autumn air that excites the nose.
We each push the pen in different ways with our own tone of voice and mystique, an art form that no other can duplicate, no right or wrong, just wonderfully unique.
