Seed to Life: Learning to write…again.

To write ethereal words on parchment. My pleadings swell before the quill can touch paper. I realize too late that my musings are lost – the ink is dry and cracked, and no amount of water can revive. The parchment moth-eaten crumbles beneath a feather touch. I anguish. My inability to convert said musings intoContinueContinue reading “Seed to Life: Learning to write…again.”