Words

Words seem to come from some unnamed place, an unformed sense of wandering into my consciousness like raindrops meandering down a windowpane.   Only a few at first, phrases and clauses half-formed, then more; then they’re there, still anonymous, but formed and finished, titled and unpolished, ready for reluctant display.

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