Monday, February 04, 2008

And then someone called her and wanted to know how things were going.

She poured out the sorrows of her heart, uninterrupted. Miraculously, they were not halved but eliminated.

Because she spoke.

She spoke and explained. She spoke and compared. She spoke and detailed. She spoke and shared. She spoke and cried. She spoke and accused. She spoke and comforted. She spoke and resolved. She spoke and storied. She spoke and sniffled. She spoke and berated. She spoke and clarified. She spoke and begged. She spoked and accepted. She spoke and laughed.

And then the phone calls became so numerous and so lengthy and from so varied a source that soon the sorrows had no time and no place to enter.

"I'm sorry Ma'am, but the library is closing. You need to exit the 'Fairytale' aisle now."

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