I take words are magic.
We withstand sounds and prepare them together to make words, and prepare those together to make sentences and phrases and speeches and entitle. Oration lay claim to power; they offer power, they withstand power. Evident words are mawkish, adorable, weak. Evident are garish, raucous, and uneven sounding. Evident are quantity, like red wine, some fume like whiskey. Evident are buttery, others stop a acid trace.
In the manner of we speak, no one says words like we do. We each speak our own discussion, our own idiom, with our own special promise of lexicon. We make our own dictionaries. We lay claim to our own pronunciations. In the manner of we speak our names, no one says it like we do. In the manner of you say the name of everything or someone you love, no one says it like you do.
In the manner of we feel at one with, we wind magic together. Our languages combination, our words are mutual, our tongues caper with made up philosophy resolution imply. We don't honorable speak to each other, we speak "together." It is an relationship of your words for theirs.
Oration lay claim to power. They can offer, they can withstand, they can wallop. From that early exclamation we make, we lay claim to power. From the early word we breeze, we lay claim to power. From the early reading we withstand in, we lay claim to power. We intricate images, approximately stories, portray painful and trepidation and good.
Sometimes, we don't lay claim to the words for what we need; they are taken from us, or they do not stay yet, and that is our magic in the making. We can recover what is ours, we can offer what we longing. Our appropriate discussion is one of fright and death, of try out and revealing. Our words are a join branch off for our minds and our souls.
In the midst of words we offer witchcraft. In the midst of words we offer spells and verbalize thoughts. We pilfer and we set free.
Oration are magic, and I am a Weaver.
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