Updated: Jun 29, 2020
Here it lies before us - another year, unturned pages linen stark white, preface and epilogue and we, the scribes.
What will we etch into blankness of fiber awaiting the drink of marking? What words dwell in the flow of veins from wells deep
of our within?
Ah, the reveal of chapters to come, a nakedness far whiter than the blank of page.