Staying blue
I had captured the slow steps of someone moving through the low, dark space.
The well
When I open the big book of writing, there’s often a dank, mossy well to draw from. It’s deep and it’s far from pretty.
I had captured the slow steps of someone moving through the low, dark space.
When I open the big book of writing, there’s often a dank, mossy well to draw from. It’s deep and it’s far from pretty.