“I wore the scent of weather inside / my body like a sacred love.” — Sneha Subramanian KantaRead More November 2022
March is such a fickle month. It is the seam between winter and spring—though seam suggests an even hem, and March is more like a rough line of stitches sewn by an unsteady hand, swinging wildly between January gusts and June greens. You don’t know what you’ll find, until you step outside. – V. E. SchwabRead More March 2022
“I prefer winter and Fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape–the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show. ”
An unlikely love affairRead More Small Bites – Summer Reading
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