Words, words, words, they come in, they go out. They move, they flow, but what do they carry? What do they know? Words are everywhere, inside, outside, in quiet and in chaos. You cannot hide from them and you cannot run. They are always there, lurking or advertising, whispering or shouting. This world is made of all sorts of things, but mostly it is made of words, words we know and words we don’t.
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