The Language of Love

(A 100-word Shakespearean style sonnet) We find ourselves inside this corridor of language; she comes from the eastern door, and I the western one, each taking more steps toward what fate may hold for us in store.   We offer stuttered greetings first at best, both in our languages, but neither one much understanding very…

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