On cool mornings the town’s pensioners crowded together in the sunlight that fell around the duomo’s silhouette. There’s that retirement gold watch TV trope. I didn’t see any gold watches. It’s like . . . 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.
