A sharp pencil demands to be used!
A friend called for a coffee and I was dressing in my appropriate coffee-date attire. I noticed a pencil I had lost months ago lying under my chest of drawers.
It was so sharp and fresh and fat and begging to be used.
I could not walk out the door while it looked up at me and called my name. I had to sit for a minute or two and scratch out a picture before I could leave.
Is this crazy? I just could not leave the beauty of the sharp lead laying idle for one more second!
My friend responded with an eye roll.
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