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It's not the words that are the hard part.

That's what people think.

But it's not the words. We've known how to speak politely for years.  It's getting those words -- the letters, the sounds of the syllables (soft and violent)  -- to sing. That's the hard part. Anyone can talk. Few can write.

The English language feeds on fear. Because a blank page is like the bottomless sky, all full of sharp little stars, and you can see each one but how do you reach into that big universe and pull out the perfect string of stars?  

Maybe if you use enough text-speak, maybe if you laugh enough, blink enough, nod enough avoid the question enough listen to your mother enough thinkforyourselfenoughsighenoughshareyourfeelingsenough . . .

Saying the right thing is almost as hard as lining up the stars to look like the Mona Lisa.

How do you swallow a mouthful of stars?

What I want: ten more wishes.

Cheers,

Syl