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My Uncle's quillpen
I remember my uncle´s quill pen every time I see feather on the ground, with a spectacular and brilliant color, it has a gray color but its no dark gray. Its not a simple pen or fancy pen, its a very old pen, back then, it was not expensive but it has an expensive significant, now the pen could be very valuable. Now in days he carries with him every day, minute, hour, second, a fountain pen, with an old looking design but brand new material. The quill pen, he kept with him in his office while he has the inspiration to write, he just loved writing with it. His great grand father was an incredible writer, he enjoyed expressing his feelings, moments everyday at midnight. I always wondered why the quill pen was gifted to him but not to his brother, now, I realize why. Sometimes he could take his writing serious but mostly we can tell its part of his hobbies, its his relax, reflexive time of the day. Yes, he can be could the “man pen”, but I can’t say he’s the man of all the pens in the world, having only one significant pen can be more than millions of pens.
