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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=362314" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Faded Pages</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Recently I started retyping <br>a manuscript of short stories <br>I had written twenty years ago. <br>The pages were faded; <br>too much time being opened to the sun. <br>As I typed, I smiled <br>at the things I had written <br>and the dialogue I had created. <br>The stories are about a cat <br>and looking at the world <br>through his eyes and thoughts. <br>I had even created him a language <br>that I had to write a glossary <br>at the back of the book to explain <br>what some of the phrases meant. <br>There is a vast array of characters <br>and most have a funny turn. <br>I also remember what prompted me <br>to write the stories long ago. <br>My original intention was to write <br>one story and one story only, <br>but a friend of mine at the time <br>persuaded me to write another and another. <br>Before long, a volume was finished <br>with enough stories to start another. <br>From a one off story I have written over sixty now <br>about the cat and all his friends. <br>Now as I flick through these faded pages, <br>which I haven’t read in years, <br>I find myself being reunited <br>with many long lost friends.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">26 January 2009</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Harris">David Harris</a><div class=q>
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a manuscript of short stories 
I had written twenty years ago. 
The pages were faded; 
too much time being opened to the sun. 
As I typed, I smiled 
at the things I had written 
and the dialogue I had created. 
The sto..."></div>
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