The Writing

You are not the smoke. You are the light it is passing through.

The haze is real. I will not tell you it isn't. Some days you cannot see the far shore at all.

But the sun did not leave you.

New writing, as it comes. Stories from my life.

And Tales From Heart Island, a little cat who has forgotten what she is and a little panda who never did.

They are free, and published first on Facebook and Instagram.

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