The words will grow again, one day, from the seeds planted here. It will take time for these words to grow. Some words grow like weeds around us, scattered here and scattered there by those who do not know how to tend for them. They grow haphazard around us, choking every other word’s meaning, and stunting each other’s growth.
Sometimes it is hard to find the way through the tangled mass of words run wild, hard to find our way into the clearing of meaning. The place where the word paragraphs soar high into the sky, seeking the sun of understanding, almost high enough to touch the clouds, sheltering us and giving us the shade of contemplation under their spreading leaves.
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