EXPRESSION
The word not spoken goes not quite unheard. It lingers in the eye, in the semi-arch of brow. A gesture of hand speaks pages more than words. The echo rests in the heart as driftwood does in sand. To be rubbed by time until it rots or shines. It touches us as music does the mind.
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DISCUSSION: How do you usually express your emotion with your friend?
