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February 24, 2011
a cursor sits, blinking steadily until someone comes along, pounding keys, forcing this little cursor to move along.  

one word sits in the upper left corner, alone, waiting as the foundation to be completed and sit in a little hood of words.

one sentence suddenly becomes surrounded by two, or maybe three or four, until a paragraph is born.

all the while the creator is staring at this screen wondering what else should be created in these next seven minutes.

no, i can not create light, or mankind...but i can create a single breath with these words.