There's a lot of stuff growing in The Land, but you've got to be a writer to see it all. We push a selection out to a superfeed for public viewership. The rest — along with replies and revisions — is workshop material.
A green field, roughly apeirogonal in shape. They walked along a gray border of birches, infinitely dense, closing in around them and closing them in turn off from. Above, there were clouds, . . . it goes on – however, this piece is for writers.