Calligraphic Theater

Once there was a pen.  It was the best pen, the just-right pen.
This pen told stories, drew out marvelous scenes with word after word.

It seems a great pity, but this pen, this mightiest of tools, well. . .

It was lost.
Perhaps some day I or another will find it.  Perhaps not.
Until then we must simply seek out our own substitutes, poor though they may be, and pray they fulfill our dreams.

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