Into the air various letters were flung. Instantly they fell – soft like drops of rain, scattering hither and thither. Drawn to the scene, carefully I look around and begin to play with the possibilities that exist between the letters and I. Individually they disappear and then come again, in a different form. Anxiously my hand begins to scribble the life of their voice, carried by my thinking and lead by a thread of thought. Soon enough something is discovered that the letters had previously neglected to tell. Into my mind various words were flung.
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