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The paper was clear and perfect, as white as new snow once the storm has passed.

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The paper was so light upon the palm, carrying poetic ink with nonchalant grace.

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It was the ultimate reusable self-cleaning paper, somewhat similar tech to the old etcher sketch yet more space-age in application.

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The paper sat there with great patience for it knew that art comes upon its own schedule, for it daydreams and plays.