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He sat in silence waiting for the words to come three hours in his office chair and still a blank page he began to lose all hope Then like a tsunami they exploded into his thoughts and flooded his mind with their quantity they spilled out and leaked from his pen as lines started to be completed There was no stopping him now as long as the flow kept on he would write until his pages were filled or the words streamed no more He did not produce a master piece but to him it didn't seem to matter what counted was that he wrote all he could until the next waves broke on his mental shore