Somehow, through a quirk of fate and a whole lot of hardheadedness, I became a writer. There are long and short reasons for this, but the gist of the matter is I love words and the ability to communicate they offer us as a species.
Words were created so others could share,
all the things they lived with others who cared.
If I called that flower and you called it star,
our conversations wouldn't go very far.
But until someone said so, who really knew?
If I wore on my foot an umbrella or shoe?
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