Sublime

bacchanalia

Their family of three. Already they feel like ghosts, like people she used to know.

maudlin.

Maybe that’s why I feel that I live in exile. I used to live in a country that had a future.

Maggie began to show her the way in which the world was webbed; how nothing lived in isolation.

I dreamt of Natan. He was boiling herbs for a draught, and I was watching him and running my hands over the smithy’s turf wall.

my task was to harmonize my song with the larger symphony of life and help facilitate its progression.

mewling