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I’ve always had a way with words. Like currents of a river, my words flow with no force, carrying shadows of the past, flowing along with the hopes for tomorrow.

My words sing of the little secrets locked inside, expressions always changing, always on the move — sometimes deepening, sometimes bursting the banks, going over the edges of reality.

My words find their way through tortuous windings, unsuspected depths, and shallows. They glisten under the early…