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maybe the time is right. The winds bring the wave of change, tumbling over themselves in eagerness. To bring you truth. it is easier to mean something so much more than any ability to draw it out in words. sometimes words are just not enough.
I don't have encyclopedias of meaning. Just me, here, with these pocket full of words. Will you listen for a bit? They aren't important to you, but they are so important for you. They are everything. Not my words - these pitiful small antlike things. But the message.
weathered, young, measured, uncertain. but they are there, and they are not mine.
Will you listen anyway?
