
Broad Daylight: Pinned
A deeper breathe against the pressure, you feel the warmth as you exhale. Nothing more to do but wait for someone—anyone—to find you.
I’m pinned. I just wanted to be free.
A deeper breathe against the pressure, you feel the warmth as you exhale. Nothing more to do but wait for someone—anyone—to find you.
I’m pinned. I just wanted to be free.
It happened so fast it’s impossible to draw the line between good and bad.
As sunlight diminishes for the next 47 days, I hope you find the words, the moments with company, and enough light to hold you through the melancholy that comes, because, every November, melancholy comes.
Sometimes, it’s okay to let go and let Gladys. Fate and Free Will are sisters, and sometimes game day turns out just fine for both of them.
Then, like turning the page of a fairytale, it’s there: the clearing—flanked on the south by a wall of forest and thorns—and the old cabin.
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