A Maguire
A Maguire
Sep 5, 2018 · 1 min read

Ah, Harry, the words flow like honey, not always sweet but always fluid and alive. Love is something we whisper and shout, talk near and around and over and under but rarely have the temerity to dissect. Just as well. Nothing of soul is left in dissection, and love is the language of soul, isn’t it?

    A Maguire

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    A Maguire

    Writer of fiction and free verse. Pretty damned awful at both but it keeps me off the streets.