Nothing finer than

“Seven, ten, fifteen, eighteen years old and still there is nothing finer than a blank sheet of paper, the white promise that the world can be what I make it. A magical place, an adventurous place, a possible place. Erasers take away the mistakes. Another coat of paint to cover them up. Black and red and purple and blue. Always Blue.”
― Stacey Jay, Juliet Immortal
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Words. Images. Thoughts. Ideas. Generalizations. Specifics. Stream of Consciousness.
Things either just fall into place, or not!