Read anything I write for the pleasure of reading it. Whatever else you find will be the measure of what you brought to the reading.

Ramona stepped back into her closet, slid the door shut, pressed an imaginary button, and when her imaginary elevator had made its imaginary descent, stepped out onto the real first floor and raced a real problem. Her mother and father were leaving for Parents' Night.

She was like some rare flower grown for exhibition, a flower from which every bud had been nipped except the crowning blossom of her beauty.

True art is characterized by an irresistible urge in the creative artist.

Written By Albert Einstein

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