why am i so wordy? i once asked Chris. because you're a wordsmith, he said.
every day, i am conjuring words from my memory to tell stories.
words. words. how much i need them every second i press the keys on my little computer, to strike just right so that you know what is in my mind does make sense and that i haven't quite lost balance after all the times i tried to think of just the right things to say and they were not making sense to you.
i'm still trying. i have moved to stories about other people though.
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on what life meant to make out of faith
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Mamu touched my hair the other day and said: This is not the hair of the girl I birthed. What did you do to your hair? I touched my hair, im... -
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