Without being spoken

Occassionally in a day you will read something that reaches out and touches you. Something with words that seem to speak for themselves with a clarity and coherence that many of us wish we could portray.

For me today, it is the following words...

"...I feel like a child at the top of a hill with the wind at my back when I've got a pen in my hand, and have the opportunity to express myself in writing with silent words..."
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Just thought I'd pass them on.