Hi, all. Kat here in real time, dropping in to share a few things.
As I write this, we are sitting in the dark moon ~ in the threshold before the new moon.
The first snowfall arrives like a soft invocation. The world quiets. Breath slows. The air takes on that blue-black shimmer that only winter knows.
Impact is not a number. Not reach. Not Likes. Itâs the gravity that vibrates through your bones when something real is spoken. Itâs whatâs left when the dust settles and exhales are heard.
Impact is not a number. Not reach. Not Likes. Itâs the gravity that vibrates through your bones when something real is spoken. Itâs whatâs left when the dust settles and exhales are heard.