I See, You See, Not the Same

A journey’s end is nigh, but ever beyond the reach of mere life. “I come, Pythonissa,” Barosa called, “lay out the bridge for me.” If the bridge did not draw for him, he’d wait. The Moon Mother watched for Pythonissa. He would be easy to see if they but looked out. If she but looked … Continue reading I See, You See, Not the Same