She wants to write words that sound like curly-q’s and lyrics and snarl’s, who then sprout feathers and fly.
She wants to make words that cut holes in fences, desperate to escape and prose that sink into mirrors, reflecting back meaning – as if they belonged to everyone else.
She wants to watch her words dance in starlight: glittering, beautiful and bright.
That’s what she wants to do.
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