100 words, June 12th
Silence is a hungry beggar demanding sustenance. It will not go away just because you are uncomfortable with it. It couldn't care less about your embarrassment during your exuberant cocktail party with that very important client. When it appears, always at the most inopportune moments, it simply must be fed. And rarely do we give it something meaningful in our haste to shoo it away. Rather, we offer it something from the lining of our pockets. Something that upon later reflection, we wished we’d given more thought. And it is rarely presented to us again to make the appropriate amends.
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you are a true wordsmith - love the way you express yourself ;)