I remember wondering what all those signs in the streets said when I was being driven by a grown up in the car and thinking how wonderful it would be to be able to understand those things I now call letters and sentences. Little did I know there were many different systems of those symbols, depending on the country and that I would get to learn about many of them throughout my life. It's still equally magical though, beginning to understand a Korean person when they talk to me, or read the words in a French book knowing how they sound and what they mean, or be able to speak to you here in a language that doesn't belong to either of us.
or, perhaps, every language belongs to all of us, just like every piece of land, every tree, every sunrise; and just the same way we belong to them too, and to each other.
PS - happy nearly Friday, earthlings
PSS _ don't watch the news, they should come with a warning.
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