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.
The wheels of the trains are known to slip on leaves fallen to the tracks. The twisted hunchbacked man stoops to sweep them. The next train is scheduled to pass by soon, . . . it goes on – however, this piece is for writers.