Another highlight from the editing desk. Enjoy 🙂
“That memory felt so old and so recent, so unreachable and untouchable, but so upon her at the very same time. Like a shadow, or as though she were a ghost that stood there in that field again. As if she could reach out and touch it, but somehow was crippled. And it made her sick. It made her sick to her stomach.”“Beginnings, Continued,” Kanda Land by Loveless (p. 138)
Y’all ever felt this before?
Thanks for sticking with me!
Love to your day,
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