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What is there really to be written of this, why are we so intent on trying?
Can a four letter word convey a kiss, isn’t this experience dying?
Words without breath are dead to the bone, like ancient animals turned into stone.
But when we breathe into words they’re allowed to expand, and again turn to life, birds ocean and land.
It’s really life unfolding into itself, when words come alive and are set free from the shelf.