Broken bones
Struggle between hauting memories and defensive suppression 😶 n so on ughhh😈 aint no writing no shit yet darn busy blerghhhh although......
I stood still, my whole attention fixed upon the motions of her fingers. Suddenly I felt a misty consciousness as of something forgotten — a thrill of returning thought; and somehow the mystery of language was revealed to me. I knew then that w-a-t-e-r meant the wonderful cool something that was flowing over my hand. The living word awakened my soul, gave it light, hope, set it free! (Helen Keller wiki)







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