What does the page want me to write?


Once again the eyes looked down.

But the clothes she wore were ghastly. Her garmets resembled bloody shirts and torn pants. She wanted to change the world. To inspire and teach. To entertain and enrich. To love and comfort. But she couldn’t choose her clothes.

They were just words on a page.

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