I need to write something. I have no time. But this writing thing is healing to my soul. Just one quiet moment with me and the brain and I will think of something. Or if I don't think, that is okay too. The words just land on the paper. If they were brave little words, they would fly away in an instant, but they're not. They're shy. So they will come to me again for approval, and I'll encourage them along, or shelter them. Either way, with much deliberation, we will at some point come to a conclusion, and the final result will be that they are not birds, they are words. So they shall be stamped onto the paper. And there they shall stay. Embedded. Embossed. To be imbibed. Let them soar, let them sing, but let them stay. I told you I was greedy.
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