I just reread something I wrote two years ago, almost to the day. A scrap of a fragment on an old drive that now serves as an archive, sitting with a half dozen or so other scraps. I have to admit to my horrifically self-doubting self that if I came across this as someone else’s work, I would deem it quite good. It’s a nice surprise.
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The perfect background sound for your too-still, very late evening reading and/or writing horror: the (mournfully) singing tree.