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Theres a whole alphabet there, waiting for you.
Yes, fingers can type, eyes can read, ears can comprehend.
So why cant I make my mind bend?

Kick off these shoes cause my hands hurt. Pushed my hair back, my skin is groaning with it.

There was this little boy, who loved to write about dinosaurs. He wrote, and wrote, and wrote, until he had a whole book. Pages upon pages of full color descriptions, secret inner dreamings of scales claws teeth and hearts - of dinosaurs. So he gave it to his mother, and sat down to watch her read it.

She handed it back, smiled and said Nice job, hon. He smiled back at the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. We arent waitresses writing novels in the dark here, he said.

She pats him on the head, gets up to turn on the den light. Picks up a toy truck lying in the way.

Next year, its off to school with you. Then maybe your drawings will mean something.

He garbles her name, Mammma, he laughs and she smiles back.

I love dinosaurs.

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