“First Words,” by Daniel Holland
If I write about cavemen, do I need to go to a library?
Or can I just say the caveman’s first two words?
Fire. Wheel.
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This is such a direct thought, Daniel….going right to the source. Also, I enjoy the rhythm of the piece. You have an inquiring mind. It seems you often set up your pieces with a question.