"I seek the sounds of words strung together like raindrop beads freezing along a jagged line at the gutter's edge. I build upon each bead until the icicle is fully formed. No common man could bring it down without the gutter loosening along the roof's length, spitting screws ten feet into the sleeping shrubs. As a young poet, I began my love affair with words, and though I'm an author now, my passion for words trails with me, line upon line, until the plot is fully formed and has exhausted itself to the bittersweet END." ~ Freda M. Chaney
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