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The quiet space

Of making time

To let the words

Spill out

From my tapping fingers

My imagination

My first instrument

Truer music

Than any other I could learn

Hours spent dancing with words

Reclaiming time

For that quiet love

Rediscovering a self

Set upon the shelf

And pushed to the background

Words save me

Their creation and their meaning

The endless inventions

And combinations

They can find

And the answers

Contained within each phrase

For that peace and calm

I seek ~ Caroline A. Slee

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