The best thing I wrote today: 6-29-2012

Every time she sensed those edges, it seemed closer to making sense, close to spelling something important between the vines, the flowers, the earth and herself that would tell her the one thing she needed to know to know the way. Every time, it was more like she was another word in the long sentence the world spelled. Every time, she was more sure they were not nice words. From Married To The Wind