Words slip off the page one by one until they become a stream, a flood. They splash into waiting hands and cupped ears, droplets clinging...

It whisks on the wind, whispering little secrets. Crystalline, it spins, trying out dance steps learned along the way. Truth and memories...

The grasses curl gently around my feet as I pass by. They whisper soft secrets to each other. If I listen closely, I can hear the tickle...