Rain

Drab gray sky, yet the day is still beautiful. I wait for the soft whisper of rain. The frozen lake awaits the drops to release its waves held fast in the vice of ice.

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Words

Words can soothe and comfort, but they can also hurt. One must choose one’s words carefully, or at least think before speaking. An artist uses pen, pencil, brushes and color to paint pictures, but a writer only has words to do the same. You can get pictures just by listening to words–you can even hear–listen:  the rustle of leaves, the sigh of the ocean and the cry of gulls. Words can be tools, but they can be weapons, too. So, do choose your words with care.

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