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And Words Are All I Have
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Why did I not grab every moment
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Look into people’s faces and find stories there
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to take me into my old age.
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Blithely we pass untraveled roads,
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agonizing instead about the minutiae of our lives,
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the matched sets of things.
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The thing underneath it all
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that makes our hearts beat,
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gives breath to our dearest self.
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Why did I not grab every moment
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In my writer’s group we had an assignment to set our timers for 10 minutes and write sentences beginning with the letter F. Only the letter F. (Try a list yourself. Choose your own letter.) They're known as prompts, and they're credited as indispensable tools to jump start the writing doldrums. These were my 10 F's (!) and were I …
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