Mountains, like signposts,
Index fingers, pointing high
"Look!" they say. "The sky!"
I’m a writer, a storyteller, a lunatic. I imagine in a parallel universe I might be a caricaturist or a botanist or somewhere asleep on the moon — but here, I am a writer, turning moments into multiverses and making homes out of them.
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