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| “My Words”
From darkness and despair to lighter than air, my words tumble about in my head. Sometimes crawling, but at times racing like a cheetah across the plains. My words flow as thoughts through my head on then to paper. Sometimes typed, but typically handwritten, my words make sentences or pose deep questions. Are words really thoughts, or are thoughts really words? Does something have to be written or can it be expressed verbally, nonverbally, via computer? With so many ways to share, does the media really matter? My words reach out to you; it doesn’t matter how. Megan Delia Ratcliff 25 March 2004 |