Book Chapter 1 - The Lesson of the Heart

 In that dawn of the sun ray beneath the river reflection, there is a Walkman pad of the shoulder backpack shuffling the cluster of the paper-dating notes, there is something on the surface of the water for not too haste pavement road a photo to remember a Swan flying, its a painting canvas an inspiration often lingering at the mind at the waking hour of that day-to-day, hustle and bustle life.

Traffic, were in the jams, and I am in the wondering headache of the coffee bean pot. It was taste bad and my head had an aweful reaction to it, but the bakery were fragment with that arouna, it was before that school class starts, some errand daily jobs be done, that some money earn will be a penny save for a dollar, not a daily earnest hard-works pays off a day. 

Life ends too soon, if were my headache be gone! "I proclaim that often every morning," if not every traffic in front of me daily trolling of this modern motorcycle gives me a wound to my heart, I had a dream today, and that was fainting bothering me so early in the morning. The few friends so tight up their worldly business suit, I had some of those pain lesson how the money digits didn't run thin to some tiny extra were that daily lesson of this - the quaint of the heart to the novel I written, or the illustration I insert to a book of my own. 

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