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Dictionary Gloss: the E’s

ebullient exuberant, bubbling over with high spirits Beware the fool, whose loud ebullient laugh jumps back and forth, like a cracked phonograph. It’s not a truly happy sign at all; more like the echo of a cattle call. éclat conspicuous … Continue reading

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Dictionary Gloss: the D’s

declivity a downward slope And so it seems, with very little fuss, the future’s come: declivity and rust. defalcation misappropriation of funds, a breach of trust concerning money If you would find the truth in situations, follow the money: seek … Continue reading

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Mere Words

Are they still weapons, these mere words we use to crystallize what thoughts may form at random in our heads or like to squeeze out for some end, a worthy cause we would advance, a blessing, curse or snare of … Continue reading

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The Speech Not Given: a deachnadh mor

Sad, the speech he could have given for men dead and those living might have meant more, if believing destiny were a haven. In the cadence of his speaking, you could feel his heart breaking; and his way seemed to … Continue reading

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A word used in place of the word implied

VULGAR MOMENT #1 There’s a little word that covers so much ground, fits in so many contexts, and feels so at home in so many social variations that most people don’t give it a lot of thought. It’s what I … Continue reading

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A song for a star

You say I’ve never sung you songs in all this time — ten years along — which proves, to some degree, how much I love you. You’ve found the time, you often say, to write about and sing and play so many other topics; is that not … Continue reading

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A Bead of Words

A little meme from Word beads on Sentence Strings: For some reason that defied all logic, Stan chose to seclude himself in his workshop each Sunday afternoon. He would spend hours immersed on the internet, each keystroke part of an … Continue reading

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