Words are such powerful bits of life, aren't they? Recently, since venturing into the area of fiction writing, I've fallen in love with the beauty and power of words for the first time in my life. Though I've written non-fiction before, I've never really understood how beautifully captivating the artistry of words can be. Words are mystical- allowing us to get lost within their depths. Words can be loud, echoing within us long after they've been spoken. Words can be as soft as a whisper, enticing us to lean in and hear. Words can heal. Words have roots which grow hidden beneath the surface, until they blossom with life or death. This summer I decided to pursue my secret dream of fiction writing. I've always loved reading and often would put a book down and say, "Ugh! If only I could write like that!" How often do we dream of doing something but don't, simply because we aren't sure if we can? Sometimes finances, or other
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