I always think in words. I find words beautiful. Even the simplest can carry a deep meaning.
I think it’s because words are little packets of memories. Each one has its unique flavor. Those associated with special memories have a richness that beats out the rest.
I love making a concoction of words referring to a mixture of memories. It’s heavenly.
Other people don’t understand this. They prefer roses, chocolates, or teddy bears. A well written message beats them all. Bought gifts carry no memory. They’re bought manufactured and cold.
Too bad we’re all shallow capitalists.
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