The turbulent and insubstantial fog.

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Out of the Mist

New post up on Babelclash.  Extract below.

As writers we sit for months at a time dragging words and sentences from the chaos of our brains and forcing them into order on a page. By doing this we hope to make others believe in the existence of a place which has never exist. When they read our words, hopefully they will see and feel and hear a world where shadows have never moved across the grass, where the rain has never fallen, where birds have never opened their throats and s...