Listen: When you and most of the world go to sleep, I come out of my sheath and comb through the words that have been discarded, sorting and separating them into small piles on the floor around me. I contemplate the tattered shreds of Webster’s Unabridged, its once-proud onionskin papers turned to translucent confetti. No…
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I enjoyed reading the little text. I understand the theme but the language has become more sophisticated !, so I enjoy the rythm of your voice reading it and it helps me follow your fine lexis.