Form & flight

There are words that are filed at night. And there are words that are not yet written every morning.

Words that bring money. Words that tell stories. Words that convey ideas.

And between those words there are other words. Fragile like small-beaked birds they live hungrily between pauses and dreams and deadlines waiting to be allowed to feed.

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