Photo by Masi on Pexels.com Once I held a map. Its thin, crinkled form could be carried on the wind, yet, it anchored me to a path of stone, straight and true. As my steps traced those sturdy ways, I unfolded those creased edges - well-pressed trees, sharp and foreign. Then, sought high, low, above, … Continue reading Eulogy for the 39th Hour
Book Review: The Slow Regard of Silent Things
A strange young woman lives in the sewers and collapsed ruins beneath a city. The reader follows a week of her life as she prepares for the arrival of a mysterious He. She braves great dangers...