The book has stayed flat open, I have flipped through it forever.
I have gone through some chapters, I scratched hard on what was written.
I have scribbled new start to some parables.
I have spent hours re-reading the preface, chapter 1, 2,..10.
I have sought advice to correct the mess.
The last chapter! I come up with one new ending at every clock tick.
Waiting eagerly to find the thought that would make my heart skip a beat.
Time has flown slow, clock has ticked and I have heard every tiny needle shift.
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