This year came with snow falling, and it bruised. A Scotsman once said that we build statues out of snow, and weep to see them melt. I didn't see it coming.
It occurs to me that I have an image of your writing, that is when I think of your writing I see something swerve, just out of reach, and I hear your voice tilt with it, sort of like synesthesia. It's elusive, if that makes sense, so much more subtle than my own. Your words approach from an unexpected angle, and manage maximum impact.
Forgive me, for I have had too much sugar, but I was talking to Sonni and trying to explain my last post, and this is what came out.
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It occurs to me that I have an image of your writing, that is when I think of your writing I see something swerve, just out of reach, and I hear your voice tilt with it, sort of like synesthesia. It's elusive, if that makes sense, so much more subtle than my own. Your words approach from an unexpected angle, and manage maximum impact.
Forgive me, for I have had too much sugar, but I was talking to Sonni and trying to explain my last post, and this is what came out.
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