This a simple observation but on mornings like this my heart is laughing adolescent-ly at the thought of making something new--joy that I can do this. The thought of new or old words repeated in a row of color and dance or black and mourning or somewhere in between gives perspective--releases immediate view. A way of wording words. Stopping the reading as the reader looks up re-putting the words in the back of his brain until he finds a connection of memory or not.
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