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So there it laid.....the "pencil". The clout achieved the splendor brilliance equivalent to the blooming of a
flower. It's a member of the timber children but not as unyielding as the massive earthly colossal. Now....as this "pencil"(as
mortals call it) rested here, it's benevolence produced such a lofty sum of astuteness that the ambiance encircled the immense
of lumber that was intermingling with instant incredulity. Populace delays leaving in order to thrust further in twinge as
it withered through sets of sentiments via legagation that hences the psyche of customary traditonal exploit of effortless
management. Progressively it would expunge it's blunder, but it would arrive back to depict dominance to intimanate the feeble
and overpower the sturdy only to attest and establish evenhandedness and impartiality amoung the humankind. It soared throughout
it's inner self but as it's superficial self stood timeless it juxtaposed aimlessly twisting through labyrinths of all differencials.
Wisemen Tales
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