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Thursday, April 30, 2009


My words never come when I want them to.  Or, the right words come eventually, but I often feel like when I press the moment it doesn't happen.  That's a better description of what's on my mind.

My grandmother was often quite good with words; she was a big believer in them, and would say things like, "is that your definitive answer?"  when playing trivial pursuit.   

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