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.
I lay on a beach, unable to move. My one-piece swimsuit had come off my body. It was dark blue and had cream-colored yo-yos on it. In the ocean, there was sand. . . . it goes on – however, this piece is for writers.