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Post by Jocelyn McKenzie on Nov 22, 2010 5:51:18 GMT 10
Jocelyn, bored with the usual mediocre activities that the school had offered for her, had decided to take an inspirational walk around the building in search of something to be creative about. Noting all the redundant items and their plain text descriptions, she eventually found herself an empty classroom.
Stumbling in, she ran her finger across the first dusty desk, picking up at least an inch worth of dust. Looking at the rest of the room through the falling dust, she could see where people had drawn in the dirt before - the outlines of obscene drawings and declarations of love that had been pretty much unnoticed now became the very piece of inspiration she had hoped for.
Falling into a grey chair, she pulled out her book and began to scribble the beginnings of a poem.
"Does matter matter? This pretty grey dirt Revealing truths..."
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