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Threads of words held in them flowery metaphors of meaning and flew out of his pen as he drew out shapes on coarse paper. As his sinewy arm worked feverishly, there were a few beads of sweat that formed on his forehead and threatened to flow off onto to the ink. But he stopped it with a swift movement of his free hand. His brow went from being to not being furrowed as he continued to write - as each idea formed it went from one position to the other. His thick grey hair hung onto his head as it moved and shifted with the brow. The effect of this combined movement was that of almost seeing his brain thinking out each thought.
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