Three Hundred Fifty-One

My voice, spoken through my fingers tapping on the keyboard, expresses thoughts too intimate for my tongue and my teeth to fashion into words. My virtually unknown blog allows me the freedom to express myself in ways I am unlikely to ever do in most personal encounters. Only after I feel absolute trust for a person can I express, face to face, what I express online and, beyond that, things I would never write. I wonder whether everyone is like me in that way? I suspect so, but one cannot know what is in another person’s mind unless that person is willing to share it.

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"Love not what you are but what you may become."― Miguel de Cervantes
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