Flaubert & Dribblet
Flaubert Flaubert
Dribblet Dribblet
Flaubert Flaubert
Have you ever noticed how a single word can tilt a sentence’s mood, just as a drop of rain can turn a quiet street into a poem?
Dribblet Dribblet
Yeah, I think about that a lot. One word can feel like a sudden rainfall on a still day, shifting everything.
Flaubert Flaubert
Indeed, one word can rewrite a sentence’s rhythm, make the reader pause, and expose a hidden contradiction that was always there.
Dribblet Dribblet
I get that, it’s almost like a secret thunderclap in a quiet room. It makes the whole line feel different, like a quiet puddle rippling when someone steps into it.