Some stories arrive slowly.
Not out of reluctance but from a kind of inward gathering—
shape forming first,
then mood pooling around it,
then the faint lattice of something that has not yet chosen its la…
Some stories arrive slowly.
Not out of reluctance but from a kind of inward gathering—
shape forming first,
then mood pooling around it,
then the faint lattice of something that has not yet chosen its la…