It's true that stammerers can become more adept at sentence construction.

Music’s a wood you walk through.

I understand now that boundaries between noise and sound are conventions. All boundaries are conventions, waiting to be transcended. One may transcend any convention if only one can first conceive of doing so.

Men invented money Women invented mutual aid

My life amounts to no more than one drop in a limitless ocean. Yet what is any ocean, but a multitude of drops?

Autumn is leaving its mellowness behind for its spiky, rotted stage. Don't remember summer even saying goodbye.

Beyond the Indian hamlet, upon a forlorn strand, I happened on a trail of recent footprints.