38″（Looking down at her pen and paper）I wonder if anyone will ever read my stories. I hope that one day, I can share them with the world. (Glancing up at the 2 girls in the blurry background) I think of the memories I've made and the ones I hope to create. (Looking over at the old woman in the open book) I hope that my stories can bring wisdom and insight to others, just like the stories I've read. (Touching her hair bun and earrings) I know that I have the love and support of my family, and that gives me the courage to keep writing. (Glancing over at the bookshelf and indoors setting) I feel a sense of familiarity and security in this place. (Looking up at the lamp and single hair bun) I find peace and tranquility in this moment. I wonder if my words will ever be read by others.
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