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Words can fall hard like a boulder loosed from a cliff. Words can drift unnoticed like a weed seed on a breeze. Words can sing.
“You can be who you will,” he repeated. His voice softened. “And if you will have me, I will be the one beside you.”
Unlike numbers, words were rarely just one thing.
You can’t unspill a stew.”
rock lasts forever, but people don’t, and that’s what makes them more precious.”
History was as hard to hold as a wet fish.
