Love Letters to a Dying God

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When I was a child, my teacher explained that writing could paint a picture with words.  From that point on, I became fascinated with that concept.  Words could express complicated thought and emotion through the simplest sentences.  Every word held meaning that way.  I began to choose my words carefully, like little lights that could be extinguished if they were not respected. 

 

My world was lit up.

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There's something vulnerable about writing such delicate sentences.  It leaves the reader with questions and their own interpretations.  I do not clearly state a thesis, nor do I explain myself.  It becomes a mirror for the reader to look in this way.  It stretches the imagination and the depth of the soul.  In a world that hand feeds you, I choose instead to guide you toward my own light, despite my inner demons.

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I hope that your world may expand in whichever way you prefer.

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-Rachel

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