The teaspoon was last seen by the marmalade jar.
No one speaks of what it saw there.
The teaspoon was last seen by the marmalade jar.
No one speaks of what it saw there.
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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