They sit in their bedrooms, not knowing they are writing the most beautiful song you will ever hear. They go to their jobs, hiding great novels somewhere in the depths of their computers. They paint, not knowing how important their picture will be.
They do all this with no promise of any reward or any recognition, and so there are truly great, secret things, everywhere. Waiting to explode.
It is the most beautiful thing in the world.
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This is really beautiful! Thank you! :)
Hope...
This is beautiful!
I hope so; I know so.
Hey Iain, I've been a fan of you for years and you've inspired me in so many ways possible. Thank you for everything :)
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