I’ve been feeling something lately that I can’t put into words. This is not a revelation, nor is it rare. Words fail me more often than they successfully deliver my thoughts to the correct address and with the right amount of postage.
Which, as a word person, is frustrating. But the frustration itself is not the problem. It’s actually somewhat of a relief because it’s nameable. A familiar base note, an undertone to the heart of the feeling — but not the feeling itself.
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