A written narrative arc is just like a melody, or a well-designed space; words or notes or objects are arranged to optimum advantage and ultimate beauty. I string words together and, like notes from an oboe or furniture in a room, they eventually tell a story for the listener or the observer or the reader. The pieces become the whole, and when the finished product literally resonates in the air, the oboe, the walls and the words can sing. The universality of this impulse gathers us together and reflects what is beautiful in us all. Marcia Butler

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