Now I know I can ramble sometimes... or that my words jump ahead of themselves- rather like a child cutting in line. It's obnoxious and occasionally frustrating because the meaning of my words becomes a scrambled mess of noise to any listener.
Ick.

Words are so useful though, when properly released (verbally or in written form). Although mine are not always present at my command and I have to fight for them in a tangle, I enjoy using them. Because I didn't invoke written thing when last with my family I must now call upon them.
But can all these wonderful memories find a life in words? Well here I'll add some photographic illustration too!
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