I remember learning new words, trying to figure out what common things like cider, finding myself upset that my parents couldn't help me understand this new culture, that it was up to me to interpret for them as well as myself.
I am learning by the week, but my poesy is still not my own. New rhyme, new me me me in words. I am not all this carven rhetoric.
Learning never exhausts the mind.
Leonardo da Vinci
I love New York.
Words, once they are printed, have a life of their own.