freedom

Amy K. Sorrells

How do explain it to folks, this small act of writing?

The way it feels when your heart squishes through the long, slender pen, the way the words form, magic even to the one who holds it?

How do you explain to folks the reason the house goes unkept and the dust collects all for the sake of freedom?

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