I wished for colorful ink.
I bought colorful pens.
I wanted this book to have more pictures.
I had none.
All that was there were words, scribbles and jagged lines.
Pointed, diamond dots decorated with yelling capital letters, and exclamations.
There was word play and personification, endless sentences, running on and away, nearly abducting my pen!
There was just too much to say, to write to stop and still I felt dissatisfied.
I continued writing as I kept on wishing for pictures, like Alice did.
There were none.
Oh well.
I shrugged and gathered my camera, going to take some photos of my own.




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