My friend Julie. And I.
Speak two different languages. Little wonder. That we often don’t communicate.
Because we need translations. Julie lives in her own world. I live in mine.
Yes, different worlds. Different languages. We use the same words. But they
have different meanings. Oh, there are breakthroughs. Moments of clarity. But
misunderstandings abound. I write stuff. And send it to Julie. But she doesn’t
even bother to read. Because we speak in foreign languages. --Jim Broede
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