The ideas swirl throughout my mind. One old, one new, all perfect. But all are too much for me in this moment. Ah, the creative bursts of color; the different words that come to me, each tantalizingly beautiful, each just perfect to describe the surroundings.
But time hates me. So I can't write them all out. No matter how much I feel I need them. I can't put them on paper...not quite yet.
-Argentia
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I hope you can get them on paper soon; don't go too crazy until then. :)
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