Think of this page as a freshly tilled garden—waiting for wild things to grow.
My words have been sent out like seeds.
Tucked into envelopes. Clicked into inboxes.
Offered up to editors like bouquets of forget-me-nots.
No official blooms just yet.
But the roots are forming—slow and stubborn and full of promise.
The extra-special stuff?
I save that for you.
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Everpine & Petal 