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Put simply:

English does not suffice. Nor bubbling French, nor barking German, et-cet-er-a.

And so, I will fashion a language for us from
the sounds that only we can make and
no one else.

Then, maybe, I can finally tell you about the moment when
thinskin over mountainspine
meets
longwhitelimb and warmhand
and then
heartleapsthroat and loveflood.