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Well, this is simply an ode to 'an idea', born weak,
groomed, fought over. I remember thinking about thinking, literally
pondering the process that an idea goes through to become fact. I
spent much of this day working back and forth between my thesauraus
(purchased by myself from a neighbor's garage sale) and my dictionary
(aged and yellowed and inherited), enjoying the sudden wealth of
words with shaded differences in meaning. Again the strange A-B-A-C
pattern and why oh why couldn't it have made the 'difference'? |
