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Some words are steep. A cliff edge that dares the speaker to leap.
A journey home.
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Other words bubble to the surface when you cannot sleep.
Northern insomnia.
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Or are found pressed like flowers between the pages in memory’s hefty book.
Pages from long ago.
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Words can be spice or icing, a fortress wall that repels or a sound that entices.
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Wherever they come from, how ever they are packaged, words have power.
The Writer Elkhound scents the past.
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Alone or strung together like so many glittering lights on a string, words are a delivery system that can soothe, reassure, confuse, incite, explain, ignite.
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The choice is ours.
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