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As she wrote, the pencil began to move faster. The blank white paper didn't look scary anymore. It looked like an open door.

Clara wanted to write a story, but her mind felt as blank as the page before her. janice campbell

475 | Creating a Family Culture of Reading, Writing and Creativity… As she wrote, the pencil began to move faster

An hour later, the rain had finally stopped, and a weak beam of afternoon sunlight broke through the attic window. Clara put her pencil down and looked up at her aunt, her eyes glowing. She had filled two whole pages. As she wrote