A string broke in the middle of the night.
It wasn’t the violin’s fault.
It was the shadow’s.

THE SPELLBINDER

Rooted in quiet places, I craft worlds from glances, ghosts, and growing things.
I write from somewhere in the middle; not quite here, not quite there.
This is where I leave the door slightly ajar.
Welcome to the hush behind the veil.

WHISPERS

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