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.
After an attack, we are remorseful. “You are so presumida,” my fiancée said to her mother. She meant that her mother was vain because, before going into town and to the market, . . . it goes on – however, this piece is for writers.