Sentences Like Little Bridges

Sentences seem like little bridges crossing a flooded plain. I step onto one and it feels shaky, incomplete. When I come to the end of it, I face anew the expanse of water with nothing laid over it and no materials. So I wait there, lonely and exposed, until something new comes to me.

–from an old journal entry

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