You sit in the back seat of the truck, a book in your lap and two more tucked into the door, and warm sun comes through the window and makes a rectangle of yellow across the open page, and you think, this is alright. You inhale ink on paper, the almost uncomfortably intense light stretching… Read more
Tonight, there is a quiet heartbeat offering rhythm to the stillness. One hand rests against the cold car window, illuminated by the occasional rush of passing headlights, and the emptiness is made less by the low hum of familiar voices from the front seat. Distant houses sit tucked between the hills like half-dying embers, the… Read more
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