3 high light Dylan Grundstrom He read the pages of his life carefully, turning each page slowly, As he indulged in every word. They were written precisely for him. Though possible to read without understanding, He chose to value the letters in front of him— There was no other choice. For him, the soul of the novel jumped out of the pages. He took a highlighter from the desk in front of him. Removing the cap, he gently put the bright ink on the page. In one smooth stroke, he set some lines apart from the others. Appreciative of the true beauty of the novel for the first time, A tear rolled down his cheek. He wiped his nose on his wrist. Memories replayed in his mind. Life grew brighter in that moment, Not because they were the first thoughts worth highlighting, But because it was the first time he had done so. Satisfied with his reading, he set the book down in front of him. He closed the text and read the title over and over. No matter how many times he did so, the title remained the same.
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