Halfway
Read this slowly. Let the words arrive before you decide what they mean.
Saturday. Half the year gone. January Alice would recognise me.
She would also ask several questions.
Remember me, Eclipse.
Saturday. Half the year gone. January Alice would recognise me.
She would also ask several questions.
Remember me, Eclipse.
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.