Lately, I have been spending a great deal of time writing, some words you see here on both of my on-line journals, others just set quietly in my computer, maybe hoping that they see the light of day, or peacefully nestled against each other resting, meditating.
Words are lovely, they brush against us gleefully, sparkling, delightful visions. Some words form themselves together, into sentences, building into paragraphs, chapters, stories, books, tall tales, and poetry.
Words are rounded, made to order for the moments we need filled, lifting our spirits, ecstatically, or flinging us sorrowfully down into depths of strong despair. Words are jewelry, startling gems, diamonds and emeralds, yet, also strident, harsh lumps of coal, darkening our faces.
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