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Fiction, mostly. More on the way.
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Hailey's Song
She has no name. No memory. Only the walking, and the silence that wants her to stop. When a name finally surfaces from somewhere deeper than memory, she speaks it aloud in a place where sound is forbidden. The silence hesitates. And somewhere, impossibly, someone is coming.
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Things I Couldn't Carry
Poems in the language of silence — of love and loss, of things too heavy to hold, so they were written instead. Each piece a constellation: bright alone, but brighter together. Not a map. Evidence of walking.
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