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World like children

Words are like…children.

Inhibit them and you will never know what they might have grown up to.

When words stand there –playing- not sure about their power, smiling to themselves, they look so imperfect, yet so divine.

Later they mature and they become irreversible like the wreck after the storm or concrete between bricks.

That is fine too! It just leaves a trail of nostalgia.

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Seven Writers. Three Languages. One City.
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