Notes Before Dawn

Against the void.

mountain covered snow under star

So much depends on finding some beginning, a way in––the next breath, the first word, the next right thing, the first step into it. The despair before the task is so looming, a body could easily be swallowed in its shadow. And will be, unless. There is the next breath, the next right thing, the next step, the first word. Say it.

Author: Stacey C. Johnson

I keep watch and listen, mostly in dark places.

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