Oh, the wonderful thing about words; the absolutely gloriously, magical thing about words is the life that lies in them. String a few together and you can break open galaxies.
Isn’t that marvelous?
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Quiet women and other myths: A collection of musings
PoetryI wouldn't go so far as to call this poetry (which would imply that *I* am a poet), but I can safely call this a collection of musings, thoughts and sometimes badly strung up words about anything and everything.
