Write. Collect. Weave.

Keep going, fragment after fragment, until the forest opens somewhere you did not expect.

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A quiet place to write, where the clearings find you.

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Tuesday 14 OctoberToday

Walked past the clearing behind the quarry again. The light was there before I was.

The path ends where the light starts. For the opening of chapter two.2

She knows the child isn't hers by the way it laughs. #writing/novel

Everything is deeply intertwingled.¹

In progress. I write in it every day.