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March 11 - April 27, 2025
Stories do that, don’t they, branching out like a sapling searching for sunlight? By the time centuries have passed and that sapling is a mighty tree, there are more branches than can be counted, sprawling in widely different directions.
as though he simply assumed the world orbited around his needs.
It suddenly seemed madness to think I could, arrogant to believe the fate of the world relied on me—a criminal, a sinner, a foul-mouthed middle-aged woman with a bad knee.