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“The Servants The words are like invisible dutiful servants. We tell words to each other. We tell words in a blaze of anger. We tell words in beauty of love. A whole host of servants… These servants embody the words in life. The words of hatred may become a war. The words of love may become a baby. The words of childlike admiration may become an inspiration. The invisible dutiful servants...”

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