The old man did not regret having closed that book. Writing it had served its purpose, and it had been time to move on.
But there were still stories to be told, and he knew he would feel like he left something undone if he came to the end of his days without having told them.
On that thought, he picked up his pen...
But there were still stories to be told, and he knew he would feel like he left something undone if he came to the end of his days without having told them.
On that thought, he picked up his pen...
2 comments:
I might as well prepare myself a hot capuccino,sit back with my feet up and wait. I have a feeling that some awesome reading is about to follow.
A short, yet powerful piece. I am moved. There is always a story to be told and always someone willing to read. That's why we should continue to write.
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