I walked the labyrinth with a raisin on my tongue. Inside, I watched a lichen spot on a rock, orange sunlight spread out over a fir’s bark and its limbs lined with . . . it goes on – however, this piece is for writers.
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.
