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The words are in my fingers said my mother as she wrote them into letters, a column for the local newspaper, and memories scattered on notepaper here and there around the house. Just like Emily Dickinson, I'd chuckle lovingly when we found them in drawers and prayer books and notes to us never sent. Now I do it, scatter words from my fingers onto the keypad, into a blog.
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