I love words. Reading words, writing words...talking (and I apologize to the people in my life forced to listen to my incessant prattling).
I have favorites, of course. Iridescent, ectoplasm, fettuccine, hematite, incidental, precipice. The list is endless.
Certain words are just fun to say.
My nine-year-old daughter asked me what my favorite word was, and I just picked one of the fun ones - no clue now which one - and she nodded with a look wise beyond her years and replied, "My favorite word is money."
(Original photo by booleansplit, some rights reserved.)
I have favorites, of course. Iridescent, ectoplasm, fettuccine, hematite, incidental, precipice. The list is endless.
Certain words are just fun to say.
My nine-year-old daughter asked me what my favorite word was, and I just picked one of the fun ones - no clue now which one - and she nodded with a look wise beyond her years and replied, "My favorite word is money."
(Original photo by booleansplit, some rights reserved.)
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