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(via hopefromabove)
This is my baby.
Once upon a time…
I find that there is a discouragingly small amount of good literature coming off the press these days. There are very few of those books which we call classics as soon as we finish them because of their pure goodness. This is why I write. Few people seem to understand my aim. I wish to inspire those who read my work, to achieve better, greater things. I want to bring buried emotions and secret dreams to light where they may grow. So it is not for money, fame, or out of boredom that I write. I write because I love the written word. I write because I want to show others, that they may love it too. I write with a purpose. I write for you.
“Moments of quiet solitude are one of God’s great gifts.”
