In the complete rush from excitement to procrastination to stress to worry to actual, final work, to distraction and shower and chores, a few words were almost forgotten. But upon clanging away the forks and knives, a beautiful tune filled her ears. Some old show that was being played on the TV in the next room, but boy was that music beautiful. Wordless, but there was a beauty about it. It told its own story. Much like pictures could. Some anecdote, some smile. There was a story behind everything if only you searched to find it. If only you bothered. Then why were these dailies so boring and lifeless, pointless? A retelling of life. Such a waste. Yet they'd gone on so far, she was unable to stop. To exercise the mind of words. A crazy thing. But beautiful no matter how weird the words turned out.
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