Words and the Spaces Between Them
When I was a child, I lay in bed at night holding my purple cat and listening to the indistinct sounds from downstairs. Sometimes it was Mom on the phone or Mom and Dad talking. Sometimes, they had guests--the bridge club or dinner guests drinking coffee in the living room. Sometimes it was the TV or a baseball game on the radio that droned on. The worl…
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