For the writer sits at his table crafting a story from thin air
Where does it come from?
Nobody cares.
He puts each word together, for you and for me.
So that we may have a story when we look back in history.
He makes little money, but that is not his motive.
He loves nature and life, and lives in a cabin.
Every story he creates makes another child smile, that is his purpose.
That is his desire.
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