#scurf141: Greeting cards, wordy words, jibber jabber
The meaning of these silly things that seem to be holding a lot of me together
Pages after pages of words and voilà we have a novel! Wouldn’t that make a writer? Or, at least, a would be writer?
You have something to write with. You have something to write on. A splash of words on the back of some vacant strips of paper. Littered here and there, these words a patchwork of self-love.
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