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  • How delicious to stand quietly at the corner of other people’s lives. To dart out with a note in my hand and then, just as quickly, retreat behind the edge of a colored wall, I savor that too.

    Thank you for gathering in the square, thank you for the flashing billboards, the whispers, the coughs, the belly laughs, the mingled scents of coriander, smoke and pretzels, the harsh tears.

    Thank you for all the words that come together and fly apart. Thank you for the coaxing words, the words masquerading as other words, the uncompromising words that refuse all nourishment but the truth. Thank you for words so large and grand that the letters have lost each other, for words given freely and others carefully measured.

    Thank you for words exquisitely formed and placed just so, words in need of a bath that have wandered in from the mountains, words that have dropped down close to the ground and words that rise.

    I love them all.

    photo by Emilio F. Bandiero
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