The Edges of Forgetting
The edges begin to show now — where remembering thins and something slips away.
What She Remembers, What She Nearly Forgets
Memory stirs now — not all of it willing to stay, not all of it ready to go.
The Tremor in the Quiet
In the last Fragment, we listened to the land; this week, something in the quiet begins to shift.
Before the First Footstep
I want to offer you a story.
Not a lesson. Not an explanation.
A remembering.