I always get mildly freaked out when I hit this point with a word. There’s a tiny, irrational – and honestly, rather stupid – part of me that wonders if I’ll ever again know how to spell the word “quiet,” or what “turnip” means. Is this what it’s like to be crazy? Or senile? To know that things have meaning and purpose, but for that meaning to be forever just beyond your reach? Just tickling a ringing bell in the back of the brain that will never grow clearer?
Wow. Um…Okay. Now, I think I’m officially freaking out…
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