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Invisible Ink

I will my thoughts to turn charitable as I attempt to scrub away the words "Welcome Santa" that had been lovingly etched just below the fireplace mantel.

I try not to focus too much on the stickers of aliens and animals that adorn the door and ceiling and walls around my son's bed.

The sidewalk in front of our house is decorated with chalk drawings of creepy crawlies and space ships.

The windows are smudged with "window" paint, the table is indelibly marked with paint.

Their fingernails are encrusted with chalk dust and their skinned knees are encircled with pen drawn tattoos.

What do I have to show for myself? A million key strokes typed in invisible ink.

Go ahead children. Make your marks. Invisible ink is too hard to see.

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  1. !
    this was a surprise ending well worth waiting for... drew it all together and deepened it with a fingertap. well done.

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