Take the erosion of this doubt and 10,000 square feet of trust, add one desk in the brightest area of sunlight, just below the window that makes rainbows each day with the morning dew, add a machine that turns tap tap tap tap tap into w-o-r-d-s, put a blooming rose in a small crystal vase in the upper left corner of the desk -- not too far away from an occasional waft of its scent to the nose of the person who sits in the comfortable swivel-chair that is pulled away from the desk, lowered into as if into a lover's embrace, then pulled forward to face the machine -- then enjoy the smile on the face that blooms with the flower as the words begin turning tap tap tap tap tap into m-a-g-i-c.

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