Once upon a time, in a faraway land, a little girl received an angel decoration.

Remember! Remember! Remember! The world is about you!

Softness brushes the glass pane, steadily patting at the window with delicate plush soles, the kind that make intricate embroidery patterns on freshly fallen snow, but no sounds, no sounds at all, ever.

I call for my soul inside the soaring chambers of my soul, and their tall walls and vaults reverberate and multiply my voice into thousands of new me’s, also lost, also searching.

In the soft warmth of the evening, Jane and Tessa were enjoying a refreshing drink