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Created on: July 03, 2007
Origami
You start with a clean flat, square piece of paper.
The paper comes in a variety of beautiful colors.
All origami starts off with a base.
There's the preliminary base, frog base, diamond base, and several others.
Each base has quite a few outcomes.
What you make of it is entirely up to you.
There are many ways to fold the paper,
Such as mountain folds and valley folds.
Each piece of origami contains a lot of folds,
Some easy and some difficult,
But don't let them discourage you.
Just keep on trying.
So you made a wrong fold.
Don't worry.
Even people who've done this for years make mistakes.
Just fix it as best you can,
Cause if you don't fix it now,
It'll cause big problems later.
Don't let other people tell you what you should make.
This is your art.
Be creative!
If you don't like how things are looking,
Don't worry.
You're not done yet.
A few folds can make a world of difference.
Finally, you've got the finished product.
Do you like it?
If so, great.
Try making another piece.
If not, it's okay.
You can make a fresh start.
You could try this one again,
Or start something new.
Whatever you ended up with was a result of the choices you made.
Sometimes you'll like it.
Sometimes you won't.
That's life.
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