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The written word. What does it mean? Does the truth really lie here? Soul bearing…how do you know? Does this show us what is really in our soul? Could this be the ground truth? The bottom line? Could this be me and you in the kaleidoscope of life? The “oh my god why didn’t I see it before?” revelation. To go without writing would be like going without breathing. For in writing there is oxygen in the form of nouns and adjectives. There is a needed purposefulness that can only be replaced with…. Well nothing can replace this. My companion, my friend, my air, my writing.
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Mar 3, 2012
Mar 3, 2012 at 4:03 AM UTC
A Write Angle
The written word. What does it mean? Does the truth really lie here? Soul bearing…how do you know? Does this show us what is really in our soul? Could this be the ground truth? The bottom line? Could this be me and you in the kaleidoscope of life? The “oh my god why didn’t I see it before?” revelation. To go without writing would be like going without breathing. For in writing there is oxygen in the form of nouns and adjectives. There is a needed purposefulness that can only be replaced with…. Well nothing can replace this. My companion, my friend, my air, my writing.
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Mar 3, 2012
Mar 3, 2012 at 4:03 AM UTC
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