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When we tell a story we exercise control,
but in such a way as to leave a gap, an opening.
It is a version, but never the final one.
And perhaps we hope that the silences will be heard
by someone else, and the story can continue, can be retold.
When we write we offer the silence as much as the story.
Words are the part of silence that can be spoken.
Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?
