Today Tad and I tossed a handful of words into the wind. Thunder clapped at the creative arrangement. A gust buffeted tense and intent, but sense saved the wistful list from being drenched in sentiment. Out of the gray sky floated one meaningful sentence which settled on the surface of a puddle:
say what is meant to be said so your friend is spared the trouble
Semi-Daily Scribbles 
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