Words frighten and fascinate me. There is such power in the ability to communicate. Words offer me the chance to leave a mark on the world. I'd like to be a writer.
I just deleted my first three sentences and then replaced them with a trusty "ctrl z". I'm never going to learn to express myself if I go on this way.
I work in a community centre. It's in one of the poorest areas in my city. Today I played bingo with the adult social group that has dinner there once a week. They welcomed me into their game with no questions. Three ladies and two grizzled old men around a table, waiting in expectation as the aged bingo-ball dispenser cranked over. I had to ask them to explain what playing for an "h" means.
I love bingo as much as they do; I felt bad when I won.
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