Miracles aren’t for everyone
I went into my Uncles’ old room. Everything was covered in sheets. The golden afternoon light filtered through the blinds. I went to the closet and opened the door. There was a cardboard box. I opened it up and saw an old lunch pail, some pens, a hammer and a few books on bird watching. […]
In the beginning was the Void.
Pregnasis: Where you can become the fruit that bears the seed.