No, she wasn't losing language. She was choking on it.
Always the bridesmaid , never the bride." Always the godfather, never the god".
From torched skyscrapers, men grew wings.
It's the work that's important, not the individual who does it.
... the decades looked on and didn't notice her passing. They stared from their fixed mounts across at each other and didn't see revolution striding between them, on her way to destiny.
I never write a book unless I can't help it. Something has to bother me, like a mosquito, until I have to do something to relieve the itch.