Ah, shit.

I discovered it again, my half-heartedly buried infatuation with literature in general, and beautiful prose in specific. That… delicious, interplay of words, the strategic placement of sentences designed to be strongly evocative of very specific and niche emotions; emotions, that ensconce the reader and envelopes him or her in the all-encompassing experience that the author specifically intended to convey.

At a time when my diction, form and language continues to be increasingly quagmired in the precise, clinical operations of legalese, I cannot help but envy the ability to wield the written word with such fluidity and freedom.

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