Lark Hanshan
Joined August 2022
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Bio
A quiet West Coast observer. Writing a sentence onto a blank page and letting what comes next do what it must.
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Lemon and Sugar
Nobody saw Hester when she sprang to her feet at the kitchen table. This on a Sunday in July when the boughs of the orchard hung heavy. Church had come and gone and she was ruminating on the reverend’s words, as ever concerned she would never understand them.
By Lark Hanshan2 years ago in Fiction