I love words. I love how a great writer can whisper their thoughts onto a page and what appears in our mind is a picture. We see the words, more than that, we feel the words. There is dimension, movement, temperature and colour. Words can build us up and with Shakespearian art they can tear us down. The words we read become a part of us. What is read or read to us become part of who we are and part of our human condition.
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