You write such things.
Out of the blue.
Words I have never
never
heard ever before.
Ever.
Words that cause me to hope for things I thought were dead to me.
Dreams I was never encouraged to dream.
Maybe I am not mere wood, set apart to stoke the fire, or build an object.
Maybe this stick of wood,
will become a real girl.
Thank you for writing strange things that bring me unfamiliar ideas.
Thoughts.
And hope.
:o)
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