She smiled happily to the music, the beautiful tunes playing softly in her ear. Fantastic soundtrack. Fantastic movie. Sad movie. It was all just so pretty. The picture-perfect finish, the goals and dreams of every writer. A hint of craziness inside our wild imaginations, our words and pictures coming to life as we picture them. Talking to characters as normal as if it were night and day. To laugh and to cry, a hint of the hated writer's block. A pinch of cheek. Fun. Success. Love. Heartbreak, yes. But healing, and living for the land. The children. Words, so passionate and beautiful, with the stunning land and mountains outside your back door. That would her life, one day.
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