The chair doesn’t mind the weight of the world.
It’s the silence it can’t bear.
The chair doesn’t mind the weight of the world.
It’s the silence it can’t bear.
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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