[[MORE]]The wisps of clouds curled around the trees, as their branches multiplied and swirled, trunks swaying to the wind I seemed to control. I felt the weight of Earth pulsing beneath me. The blanket I laid on was the softest thing I had ever touched. Darkness arrived quickly, yet the colors remained. “Create. Don’t wait for others to validate you.” Dried mango slices and...
Love. Love wasn’t sweet and light, it was visceral and overpowering. Love wasn’t...– Kate Atkinson, When Will There Be Good News?