Words- Whipping and Nurturing

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Building blocks of language...

The articulatory speech of thoughts that defines me, you and the environment so well is communicated through these building blocks.

In words, we live. Without them, we are fading shadows.

Beauty be words;- whipping and nurturing at our wits!

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