I love the way words feel in my mouth: the way they taste, roll around and then sit on my tongue, dissolving into the crevices behind my lips as they melt into my being.
Words seep into my soul with anything from solace and consolation to passion and consternation.
The tongue is powerful like a knife. It cuts. Or, spreads a salve of healing balm. Through words, I sink or soar.
Words catch an idea, give it shape, provide form, corral it, share it. Bringing comprehension to the incomprehensible.
They often leave me breathless.
Have I mentioned yet that I love words?
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