For many years, just about everything I wrote took the form of a letter. It was always a "letter I'd written never meaning to send," to quote the Moody Blues. Oh, I'd fool myself and tell myself I was going to send it each time, but I almost never did.
My whole life I should have been more careful with words, I fear. But I scattered them about like I did the bags of grass seed I bought when my house was built, thinking that a lush, green lawn would sprout effortlessly. Wrong on both counts.
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