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Unfortunately, Words fail me when it matters.
Fortunately, when it matters, people do not.
Words may blunder, but understanding hearts not necessarily.
Springtime engenders not only the sweetness of flowers but the shortness of hemlines.
In cleaning the fridge, we make the usual grisly discoveries of food long abandoned and forgotten in the inner recesses of the fridge, the wasted potential of culinary delights shoved into the back, occluded from view and from mind.