Vast waves of words flow forth through space and time to reach us, the keepers of ink and page. We feel their impact as they crash into us, breaking along the rolling cliffs of our self and soul, drowning out all else as they echo and ripple endlessly within.

There is no stopping the tide. It is as boundless as the universe itself. But the words tumbling wildly among the surging swells, the ones brought from the eastern ends to the western coast, they can be retrieved from the tumultuous waters — and written with both ink and bravery.

And write them we must.

Not because we are asked to.

But because there is no other choice.

For the great tides of words threaten to crash over us — and writing is our only shore.

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