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Things That Words Express.

 There are too many words. Each day I am drown in words. Once, I sat with a man each day for six months and not a word passed between us I've never forgotten how moved I was by what he said. . . What I'm trying to say is that I have a need, now and then to shake the words out of my hair. All the stale and used-up words- the frantic panic words that jump about my desk - and the heavy meaningful words that hang like curtains in the air. The people who spin words about me holding me tightly to them - and the people who fill every corner with urgent words within their voices - every inch of my room - closing the space through which they may fall to nothing. One word would be enough! Just one word that I might hold it in my palm I would weigh it and know it.

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