Clarity

     Someday I'm going to start writing and just keep going until I use up all the ink in my fountain pens, all my bottled ink--my words will fill up notebooks and rice paper scrolls, and then when all the paper is gone I'll write on walls and the floor until my words become breathless and only syllables  remain

     And when it's all done I'll sit down and read the story out loud and pause to explain those parts that resemble myths  because some parts can only be understood as metaphors for reality until the wrapping paper is removed and the bare words remain  

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