Gettysburg Address

In a world crowded with meanderings of tongue and pen, she seeks out clarity and brevity.  The man she is with she is with not because he’s stunning or rich, but because of his agility with words.  Again and again he places precise language before her like a gleaming gift.  In another city, another century she’d surely have fallen for Lincoln, forgiven him his long face, his bouts of depression, awed by Gettysburg, his brief, bright words sent over all those small, hard markers of loss.