The precipice

‘I talk to you, shape and mangle your words, become the one who doesn’t know you. It’s like finding oneself on a precipice, about to take another step. Suddenly frightened by the strangeness of my words, as I was when I was younger. Am I not getting older? What are you teaching me, or unteaching me?

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