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I find that under a penname, the guise of several too many cups of coffee, and a few uplifting novels, we, the people of this earth, find ourselves belonging more to it than ever before. Running it's thin nails down my skin, soft and untouched, the future spoke to me — a story unfolding from its lips. A promise, I was sure. Write the book, it said. Without a word of resistance, I took a breath, and spilled my heart.
