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  • Literature is our way of giving the world a piece of us. When we use literature we open up to others. We may write or speak it, but we share, using words that tell who we are, what we stand for and even what we represent. Maybe where we've been or just maybe where we're going.
    The way we use literature can be a beautiful thing or made into a ulgy-thing.

    Literature is a communication, that everyone uses, whether we know it or not. Yes we can study it, try to comprehend it and even write it. But true literature come from within, deep into the soul, a whisper that whispers some beautiful words; of you; too you. It tells you to give, give, give what you have to others. It tells you what to say, and what to express to yes we know it, but somehow we participate in it, without even knowing it.

    Literature basically makes the world go round. Literature is it, and it is Literature. Literature lives on and on, it has no end, its a-part of everything. The air we breathe, the food we eat, the water we drink, the dirt we were created from and the dirt we return to. Literature was there during our birth, and is there in our death. So getting acquainted with literature is a mighty fine thing, yes a mighty fine thang!

    Literature is our way of giving the world a piece of us. When we use literature we open up to others. We may write or speak it, but we share, using words that tell who we are, what we stand for and even what we represent.
    The way we use literature can be a beautiful thing or made into a ulgy-thing.

    Literature is a communication, that everyone uses, whether we know it or not. Yes we can study it, try to comprehend it and even write it. But true literature come from within, deep into the soul, a whisper that whispers some beautiful words; of you to - you. It tells you to give, give, give what you have to others. It tells you what to say, and what to express to yes we know it, but somehow we participate in it, without even knowing it.

    Literature basically makes the world go round. Literature is it, and it is Literature. Literature lives on and on, it has no end, its a-part of everything. The air we breathe, the food we eat, the water we drink, the dirt we were created from and the dirt we return to. Literature was there during our birth, and is there in our death. So getting acquainted with literature is a mighty fine thing, yes a mighty fine thang!
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