




My eyes are steady now, my guiding light in this tunnel, shining the light on all the wrongs that could be should be must be

As my year off, sabbatical, leave of absence, whatever you want to call it comes to an end, it’s hard not to look back and
Her nostrils close in on the buttercups in front of her, a mustard yellow immersed in a bright green, it’s all new to her nose