A Paragraph about Blank Pages

Tomorrow is a blank page upon which we can write whatever we choose. How magnificently daunting. Hope is a fowl thing with full wings life slowly plucks bare. Today, my bird is in the oven. Tomorrow, she’ll plump proud atop the year braving the January cold. What a difference a day makes.

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