life is where novels start.
stories foretold begin with fragments of experience,
things yet to explore and imaginations that could even tick you off your sanity.
to compare reality with fiction requires pondering where similarities could bridge gaps that have always been taken for granted.
the possibility of life for publish is nearly 95% where greater stories could even get a hundred.
it's a different story for a novel, though.
fact defies fiction where we live...
...
...a world of limits.
we then try to cross the space that divides the parallels.
and so, we then create, invent and make new.
somewhat like or close to what we've thought.
we can't materialize all there is in a novel,
but novels can contain eveything that we have into words.

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