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The Pencil

Have you ever thought? Pondered? or Wondered? of the way you hold a pencil? The way your fingers curve around its wooden form. The way it moves as it carves words unto the page. The way your fingers shift as the letters change, as your hands grow weary. Have you ever thought of such a thing? Of how your fingers maneuver the pencil when a mistake has been made. Have you ever thought back to when you first lifted a pencil? When it was foreign to your touch?
Have you ever thought of how you hold a spoon? Is it the same as when you hold a pencil? Or a knife? Or a paintbrush?
No, perhaps you have not. Not many wonder of such piddling things. Does it truly matter the way a pencil is held? Or how it compares to how a spoon is held? Turn back to what you are writing ignore the trifles of the mind that distract you from your work.
And yet.
If once in a while.
Take the time to notice.
Now a person sits pencil in hand. Staring into space. They spun the pencil like the spinning blades of a helicopter going off into a daydream in the clouds.
In a world so big, I often wonder why it is the little things, that catch the eye.

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