There's no such thing as a stranger; we're all equally backwards and wrong. Sharpened axes, not wits. Bones are broken by sticks and you never be free till you're strong.
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It's troublesome because words are always stolen, like precious stars from a distant sky. And as shiny as they seem hanging just out of reach, the moment you stick them to paper or screen, they fade and decay and twist into something else.