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.
On a quiet walk, the girl I loved said, “I love you.” I wondered who she meant. Earlier, I had tried to swing across the gorge and failed. At the bottom of . . . it goes on – however, this piece is for writers.